Yet in his heart, he was already eagerly anticipating the feedback Mo Li would provide after absorbing the Creation Pill.
Mo Li accepted the Creation Pill in silence, then bit her lip forcefully until fresh blood spilled out, staining her vermilion lips.
Only pain could bring her the truest sense of feeling.
She then turned to Su Bei with a bright smile, her delicate face suddenly blooming like radiant snow, "Mo Li thanks Master!"
"..."
The chaotic celebration of Xi Qingyi's eight-hundredth birthday banquet had finally come to an end.
Everyone exchanged glances. It felt less like Xi Qingyi's birthday banquet and more like Su Bei's personal showcase.
From Su Bei's lotus swordplay, to Mo Li becoming his disciple, then to Su Bei granting the pill...
Throughout all these events, the elders of the various Sects suddenly realized that Su Bei was truly a person of high virtue and prestige, with a broad heart, yet someone who kept a low profile!
