"Master, do you want to try it?"
Listening to Lu Jin'an's voice and looking at the porcelain bottle swaying lightly between his fingers, Pei Wanyu, although she felt this rebellious disciple had ill intentions, really didn't understand what was strange about the Fasting Pill.
Isn't it just a pill that melts in your mouth and leaves you without a sense of hunger?
A Fasting Pill is just a pill; how can it have the ability to jump around on its own?
She moved her gaze from the porcelain bottle to Lu Jin'an's eyes: "I've long passed the stage of needing Fasting Pills..."
"This is not an ordinary Fasting Pill." Lu Jin'an's eyes were full of laughter: "This is made by your disciple's own hands."
Pei Wanyu tilted her head to examine Lu Jin'an and thought for a while before saying, "Since you made it, I'll try one."
She wasn't really curious about what was peculiar about the Fasting Pill, but since her good disciple wanted her to try it, what harm was there in trying one?
