"Great Elder, is the poison that the Third Elder has been afflicted with difficult to cure?" another disciple inquired.
Upon hearing this, the Great Elder clenched his teeth.
Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had to acknowledge that he had never seen this poison before.
However, merely checking the pulse was not enough to confirm it, he needed to extract blood from the Third Elder and examine it closely to determine the nature of the poison and whether it could be cured.
"Bring a bowl over."
The Great Elder ordered the disciple.
"Yes, Great Elder," the disciple responded and quickly fetched a bowl, bringing it to the Great Elder.
The Great Elder took the bowl and moved the Third Elder's hand to the edge of the bed, placing the bowl underneath his wrist, and then, with a dagger, he cut the Third Elder's wrist.
Black blood immediately sprayed out, covering the Third Elder's entire wrist and flowing smoothly into the bowl.
The scene made the disciples' scalps tingle.