"In the... in the Purple-Blight Swamp, Chef?" Wen Shiru asked, adjusting his glasses, a note of genuine horror creeping into his voice. "Elder Viper just stated it would liquefy our organs."
"Only if your Qi filtration is weak, Fox," Ji'an shot back smoothly. "You have consumed hundreds of pounds of high-tier Yang meat over the last two days. Your bodies are overflowing with excess vitality. I want you to strip down to your trousers, wade into that toxic muck up to your necks, and assume the lotus position."
She leaned forward, her eyes flashing with tyrannical intent.
"You will draw the poison into your pores, and you will force your core to incinerate it. It is the ultimate test of internal circulation. The first person to pass out from neurotoxin exposure has to clean the wok with a toothbrush. Now, TAKE OFF YOUR ROBES AND GET IN!"
