'To eat or not to eat?'
The old man hesitated.
His thousand-plus years of experience told him that this whole stunt Mo Qi was pulling was complete nonsense.
'How could Elixirs possibly be boiled or fried?'
He had watched the entire process with his own eyes. It was exactly like a mortal rolling sweet dumplings for the Lantern Festival—identical!
But what Mo Qi said had a certain logic to it. In principle, one couldn't make a rash judgment without tasting it first.
Looking at the chopsticks Mo Qi offered and then at the two plates of steaming "Elixirs," the old man simply couldn't bring himself to take one, much less eat it.
Just then, two young men walked over.
"Senior, why don't you let us try?"
The old man had a sudden thought. 'What a great idea!'
These two happened to be in the Refining God Realm, making them the perfect test subjects for the Divine Tempering Pill.
"Fine, go ahead and eat."
The two young men walked up to the two plates of "Elixirs," one on each side.
