"You..." The fake Prince Lan squeezed his voice out from his throat, asking Lu Qing, "What exactly did you make me drink...?"
"To catch a Jade Snowbird, many people must risk their lives for it. For someone like you, it's not worthwhile." Lu Qing's voice carried neither anger nor triumph, "And considering that the substance takes one's life almost instantly, it's too merciful for you. I certainly wouldn't make such an unwise choice.
However, I did want you to know what it feels like after consuming the deadly poison of a Jade Snowbird.
Thanks to Zhao Bi and his daughter, I had the misfortune of tasting it a bit back in the day. After my master saved my life, I can say the taste has been etched in my memory, never forgotten.
Therefore, I had my fellow sect members specially concoct such a drug—not life-taking but providing that gut-wrenching, searing sensation—the same as the deadly poison of a real Jade Snowbird."
