"Senior Ha Gong, we have a favor to ask. Earlier in the valley, three of our fellow disciples were poisoned by He Wendao's potent toxin. Our antidotes have been ineffective, and we thought returning to our sect would bring them treatment. However, with such delay, their lives now hang by a thread. May I inquire if you could lend your aid in their healing?" Luo Shan hesitated before bowing respectfully with clasped hands, pleading earnestly.

"I'm not skilled in detoxification, but I can try. Where are they?" Yuan Ming inquired.

Three unconscious disciples from the Shengye Sect were carried over, their cheeks marred with patches of dark, bluish-black poison spots, similar to those who had been poisoned to death. Their breathing was faint, indicating they wouldn't last much longer.

After a brief examination, Yuan Ming sighed internally. The detoxifying pills he carried were too common to counteract such a bizarre toxin.