Kill!

"Four poison pills," said Meng Hao, his voice grim and his expression unsightly. "I of the younger generation am worried that if I consume this pill, I won't be able to lead you forward. If the poison takes effect, I will die. If it doesn't take effect, then how will the elder generation ensure that I can dispel the poison later? Or have you not even considered that?!"

"Of course there is a poison dispelling technique," said the red-faced old man from the Cold Wind Sect, his face expressionless. "Whether or not you chose to believe is up to you." In this, he used Meng Hao's own tactic against him. The complete resolution of all the various matters now rested on Meng Hao.

He stood silently for a moment. As the man had said, the choice to believe lay in him alone. Unfortunately, if he chose not to believe, then the current situation would never be resolved.