Three Spiritual Vessels soared into the air, climbing to an altitude of six to seven hundred zhang. They circled once before heading straight northwest.
"This round trip will take at least seven or eight days. It's inconvenient to eat on the road, so everyone will take one Fasting Pill."
Once the Spiritual Vessel stabilized, Elder Wu had a senior disciple distribute one Fasting Pill to each of the disciples.
"This taste... it's a bit bitter!"
Zhu Cong took the Fasting Pill and swallowed it without a second thought, then grimaced.
"A pill this small can really keep you from going hungry?"
Tong Mu held the pill, a look of amazement on his face.
Li Sancai, on the other hand, put the Fasting Pill to his lips, gently bit off a small piece, and then carefully put the rest away in his storage bag.
Zhao Lin glanced over. 'It's clear their reactions are a reflection of their different upbringings,' he thought.
