These are not just poisons.
It is an obsession that is difficult to let go of this world, and will never stop until death.
The female shopkeeper, whose whole body was hidden in the white mist of sandalwood, said this to Mu Yao, her eyes so lonely that she seemed to have buried everything. Her silver-white hair was spread out, with a light purple color flowing out from the ends of her hair, just like the medicines she sold, which were mysterious and eerie, and so beautiful that they made you fall in love.
However, the stories she told or her own beauty were all branded "poisonous".