At the entrance of the Ma City First Detention Center, a young man in a worn white shirt stood there, looking around blankly.,A slow poison! And a particularly insidious, particularly troublesome kind of slow poison!,Despite now only having the cultivation level of a mere mortal, Qin Lang, relying on his one-time Immortal Venerable's sharp eyesight and experience, immediately discerned Qin Chuan's situation.。