Poisoned

"That's…" Sirius hesitated for a moment and ultimately decided to hide it from Wen Yu. The fewer people in the loop, the better.

"A friend of mine got it. Because of some coincidence, he met the daughter of the poison master," Sirius said.

Wen Yu's eyes lit up. "Is the poison master still alive? I actually want to take her as my master."

Sirius shook his head. "No, the poison master has passed away."

Wen Yu sighed.

Only a genius of the century could have produced such potent drugs and turn her own daughter into a walking ambrosia. Wen Yu had always wanted to improve her craft.

"My friend wants an estimate of how much blood is needed to remove all the toxins in Lu Zhao's body," Sirius inquired.

Wen Yu frowned and looked at the petri dish.

"About ten months. If she provides her blood twice a month, it should be suffice," said Wen Yu.