"Over two hundred years? It seems you've spent those two hundred years of Poison Meridian Skill on a dog?"
The young man in the gray robe appeared elegant and noble, but his sarcasm was sharp and harsh, causing Liu Hanyi standing nearby to frown slightly.
As for the chubby shop owner on the other side, he watched coldly, with some doubts in his mind. Wasn't that clearly a piece of Soul Shocking Bamboo? Could there be some inside story he wasn't aware of?
It's important to know that the Thousand Poison Pavilion had been a century-old name in Erosion City, and until now, it had never sold counterfeit goods. At most, things were just sold at high prices, but as long as they were useful, there were plenty of returning customers.
"Kid, I've tolerated you for too long!"
