A Rare Opportunity

The Poison God looked down on the four and simply waved his hand. "You are forgiven," the man said, walking in closer toward the group. Everyone remained bowed, not daring to hold their heads high.

The god stood before the group for a moment before releasing a small sound of amusement. "Young lady, do you have a poison physique?" he asked.

Momo tensed up, surprised that the Poison God had realized something so secretive so suddenly. "I… I do, Your Ma— Deadliness."

"How did you learn the Dao of Detoxification if your physique is one of poison?" the god asked.

"I-I have a lot of experience working with poison and antidotes, Your Deadliness," Momo said.

"I'm sure many people do. But not all of them learn this Dao. What makes you special?" the god asked.

Momo failed to come up with an answer. She didn't know anything beyond the fact that she had given a lot of time to working with poison and antidotes. How else was she supposed to explain this?