It's just like the sudden burst of chili powder at the gambling house that day.
Absolutely adorable.
Pei Ye was speechless, "Laxatives... Are they effective against masters of the Sixth Level, let alone the Seventh Level?"
"They are." Yang Yan murmured, "... My master was an Eighth Level and he also fell for it."
"..." Pei Ye truly had no experience in this, "When the medicine takes effect, he should be able to suppress it with True Qi."
"Yes, but he doesn't need to suppress." Yang Yan said, "In the end, he would have to relieve himself anyway."
"..." Pei Ye was somewhat speechless. This plan was immature and laughable, but it seemed not entirely impossible to implement. He frowned, "Here's the most important point, wouldn't he become cautious when he detects discomfort in his stomach?"
"... That's the part I can't guarantee." Yang Yan said, looking down-"Theoretically speaking, a Seventh or Eighth Level can also fall ill. Having a stomach upset... might be normal."