If you hear the wind, you will die if you hear the wind. If you hear the wind, you will go west.
It is said that the Poison King of the Poison Sect spent five springs and autumns making this poison. After making it, he retired without knowing his whereabouts.
I heard that there are only ten bottles in the world.
One of these ten bottles was wasted on me.
Warm reminder: First person, not a sweet article.