"After the banquet, Gu Lao asked Zhu Mingde at their base, "Young Master, do you think that kid from the Medicine King Sect was just talking nonsense?"
"What do you think?"
"Judging from his demeanor, it doesn't seem like it…" Gu Lao frowned, "But Hebei is close to the capital, and various forces are involved, so the situation is very complicated! Even our Ming Dynasty family dare not act rashly. What right does the Medicine King Sect have to say they will 'cleanse the entire Hebei within three months'…"
Zhu Mingde smiled mysteriously. "Gu Lao, haven't you heard of the legend about the 'Poison Hand Medicine King' two hundred years ago?"
Gu Lao was slightly stunned. After thinking about it, he exclaimed, "Young Master, are you referring to the incident two hundred years ago when the Poison Hand Medicine King used drugs to refine 'poisonous people'?"