"How do you know that I can cure your poison?" Qin Han asked without good cheer.
The Divine Emperor, however, spoke with certainty, "If even you, Qin Han, can't cure the poison, then I suppose there's nobody in the entire Dragon Nation who can cure my poison!"
"That's also true!" Qin Han nodded and spoke with an air of composure.
"Hahahaha!" The two men looked at each other and laughed together.
However, after laughing a few times, the Divine Emperor began to cough violently, and Qin Han casually took out a Golden Needle, landing it steadily on the Divine Emperor's chest.
"You're very weak right now, better not to get too excited," Qin Han said lightly.
The Divine Emperor nodded and said, "I do feel as though I've aged, back in my youth, I could fight for hundreds of rounds on the battlefield!"
Qin Han frowned and asked, "Is it worth it, for the position of the Divine Emperor of the Divine Dragon Society?"
