"Soul-scattering Three-step Fatal Powder?"
"And extremely poisonous as well?"
Hearing Ye Weiming's forthright answer, the Fireworker felt his entire being sink in dismay.
"You're telling me this, and you still expect me to willingly eat it?"
"Why would you think I would?"
"Swlip..." After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the Fireworker showed utter disdain for the poisonous chicken soup before him.
Even if it meant starving to death, dying at the bottom of this abyss after jumping off the cliff behind Wudang Mountain, he would absolutely not touch a spoon of this poisonous chicken soup!
Seeing him react this way, Ye Weiming didn't say much. He just took out a clean bowl, served himself a large bowl of chicken soup, and started drinking on his own.
It actually tasted pretty good.