Garion clapped his hands sharply.
"Alright! Stop complaining and get ready!"
Dozens of disciples flinched like soldiers reacting to a commander's shout.
Garion lifted his hand and pointed at a crate beside him.
"Drink your [Demonic Creatine]."
A collective groan filled the hall.
"AGAIN?!"
"MY TONGUE IS STILL NUMB FROM YESTERDAY!"
"MASTER, PLEASE HAVE MERCY!!"
But they could only go and take the supplement bottle.
And now that all 450 had officially changed their cultivation paths... It meant they had already joined the regular God Gym routine.
Valtor chugged his in one go, screaming instantly.
Seira's eye twitched as the burning spread through her throat.
Mersha simply nodded. "Still warm and tasty."
The outer disciples, however...
"HOT!!!"
"WHY IS IT LIKE DRINKING LAVA?!"
"MY VEINS ARE GLOWING! IS THIS NORMAL?!"
"HELP, SENIOR BROTHER RYNAR, MY TONGUE IS NUMB!"
Rynar smirked. "Yup, normal."
Rynor slapped someone's back. "Congratulations, you're one of us now."
