Li Chunfeng and Wang Xiedi had descended the mountain that housed the Guixi Sect. Ahead of them, a winding dirt road stretched toward the distant plains.
As Li Chunfeng moved, he used his Wind Manipulation Three Stacks while simultaneously practicing drawing and sheathing his sword. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and turned to Wang Xiedi beside him.
"Oh, right, Xiedi, did you bring any food? There aren't many inns on the road ahead."
Hearing this, Wang Xiedi also stopped. He reached into his storage pouch and fumbled around for a moment before his hand froze. "Yes."
He took out a small porcelain vial from his storage pouch and tipped it into his palm. Only three dusty pills fell out. "I only have a few Fasting Pills left."
Wang Xiedi looked a little embarrassed. "These are leftovers from my time at Qingxu Temple. After coming to the Guixi Sect, I've just been eating at the Dining Pavilion, so I haven't used these and forgot to restock."
