The Poison Dragon Pill Scripture was already acquired, and everyone immediately left the Bohai Trading Company's big ship.
However, before leaving, Su Mo couldn't help but glance at Wang Chaosheng:
"Master Wang, be honest with me, is this Poison Dragon Pill Scripture genuine?"
"Huh?"
Wang Chaosheng didn't expect Su Mo would ask such a question, and was momentarily stunned, scratching his head as he said:
"Naturally, it's real.
"At this point, I really don't have the time to bring you a fake one."
Su Mo nodded slightly, thinking that there was some truth in his words.
However, as he skimmed through the prescriptions in the scripture, he felt that much of the content seemed strange and incomprehensible.
Nonetheless, he knew little about medicine and couldn't make a definite judgement that the book was fake.
The reason for his question was because Wang Chaosheng seemed old and foolish, disrespecting his age.
But in truth, he was shrewd, a crafty old fox.
