Although that's the case, this matter is no small affair. With Chen Tang saying so, anyone would harbor some suspicions in their heart.
Seeing that the members of the Ba Mountain Sword Sect were still doubtful, Wang Xiang stepped forward, picked up a bowl of fish soup from the table, and drank a big mouthful without regard for the scalding heat. Then, he looked at everyone and shouted loudly, "Where's the poison!"
Seeing Wang Xiang's actions, most of those present believed him.
But those like Jian Qiuchi and Guo Heng, who have been traversing the Jianghu for many years, were still not completely at ease.
If there were poison, taking the antidote in advance would naturally mean there is no need to worry.
Guo Heng, after a brief hesitation, still took out a silver needle and said, "Please forgive me, Brother Wang. It's best to be cautious when traveling. If the fish soup is indeed poison-free, I will certainly apologize to Brother Wang."
"As you please!"
Wang Xiang sneered.
