"Grabbed it on the way?" He gave me a slightly teasing look. "Your hands are pretty quick."
"Enough. I grabbed it from him. Just tell me what this is."
He didn't speak further, uncorked the bottle, sniffed it, then frowned. "Interesting."
He dripped a few drops of liquid, then took out the familiar Moonlight Flower powder from his bag, opened the vial, and sprinkled some into the clear liquid.
Purple smoke instantly rose like a winding snake, releasing a pungent smell.
"Ghost Tear," he said softly, unusually serious.
"Ghost Tear again?" I looked up sharply. "Are you sure?"
He nodded, swirling the test tube. The purple smoke grew denser. "And it's extremely pure."
"I've heard of Ghost Tear as an ancient poison. But I know nothing about its effects on werewolves. What damage could it
