Qin Han looked at Tang Liuyu and smiled, "Luck is for those who lack real strength!"
"Well, for that confidence, Mr. Qin, Old Tang, you are sure to return to the Tang Clan this time!" Wang Pingchuan's master said with a smile.
Half an hour quickly passed.
The first batch of participants proceeded to the stage in order.
At this point, forty tables had already been set up at the front, each with a wooden box on top!
Forty people stood at the tables, all looking at the white-haired old man in front of them.
The white-haired old man said, "Inside the wooden boxes before you are various kinds of poisons, some crafted by the Tang Clan, others collected by them. After opening the box, identify the poison's name and toxicity, and write them on the white paper beside you."
"If you get it right, you pass the round!"
Qin Han turned his head and saw the white paper and pen placed next to the wooden box.
