Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 1880: 1880: Tears Are About to Stink Out

Chapter 1880: Chapter 1880: Tears Are About to Stink Out

He was very doubtful, “Was I not poisoned at all, and only felt like I was after smelling that?”

But looking at everyone beside him, all pale-faced and trembling from the stench, he barely convinced himself that he hadn’t been poisoned but was merely affected by the smell.

“It may stink, but it’s much better than being poisoned.”

Another disciple grimaced and said.

Although he had never seen what the Third Elder looked like after being poisoned, he had heard faint rumours; they said it was unbearably painful, to the point of rolling on the ground in agony.

Considering who the Third Elder was, a man of iron will and bones, reduced to such a state by pain, showed just how vicious the poison was.

Now, just by enduring this foul odor, they could prevent poisoning—it was indeed a blessing in disguise.

At the very least, they were not going to die.

On the other hand, if it weren’t for so many disciples and all those eyes watching, Liao Xun would have also loved to cover his nose with his sleeve; the smell was just too horrible.

What kind of antidote was that woman refining that it smelled several times worse than the lowest-grade poison produced by their Poison Valley’s juniors?

“What is this thing? Are they toying with us?”

His face turned red as he asked in a lowered voice to the Second Elder beside him.

“Young Valley Master, bear with it a little longer, maybe it will get better soon,” the Second Elder patiently persuaded.

In truth, he also felt like vomiting from the smell, which was indescribably unpleasant. He didn’t even know if the Valley Master was truly certain that this was the antidote for the poison.