"Master!"
Wu Linbei spoke weakly, but an object came whistling through the air and landed in his mouth.
Before he could taste whether it was salty or bland, it dissolved the instant it touched his saliva, like clear, sweet spring water seeping into drought-cracked earth.
He had originally been like a shattered porcelain bottle barely glued together, but after that nourishing infusion, he immediately became full of life again.
His limbs brimmed with inexhaustible strength. He rose on the spot and cupped his hands. "Thank you, Master, for bestowing this medicine."
Still concerned with the important matter, he asked, "How did the Origin Sustaining Life Pill turn out?"
"A complete success. What you just ate was one!"
Wu Linbei felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar. Instinctively, he reached into his mouth, wanting to dig out whatever he had just swallowed.
Zhou You waved a hand. "Don't be so nervous. It wasn't the only one produced. Count that pill as mine."
Wu Linbei cursed inwardly. That sounds nice enough, but who knows how you're counting it? Don't tell me it'll still end up charged to my account in the end.
Yet he did not dare show even the slightest dissatisfaction. Smiling, he asked, "Master, may I have a look?"
"It was yours to begin with. Take it!"
Whoosh—a heavy pill landed in Wu Linbei's hand, unexpectedly weighty enough to make his hand sink.
Wu Linbei swallowed. I went through hell and high water for this tiny little pill, didn't I?
Suddenly, he realized something. He circulated his cultivation technique along its route and discovered that of the more than two hundred years of lifespan he had lost, a great portion had actually been restored—roughly one hundred and fifty years.
After all was said and done, he had