Time gradually slipped away amid all the scrambling and discussion.
The next day, the sun rose as usual.
After some early risers walked out of their tents, they saw the Seven Star Pursuit disciples who had been responsible for preparing their meals last night already preparing today's ingredients.
Naturally, they curiously gathered around.
But when they saw that the water in the pots had already come to a boil, they understood why yesterday's food had been so good.
One disciple who had already shredded the meat casually tossed it into the pot.
Then came a sight that left them all utterly stunned.
Another person threw in an armful of spirit herbs, enough that it would have taken at least both hands to hold them.
Immediately afterward, the two disciples who had long been waiting, along with the first two, moved at the same time.
They took out bottle after bottle of pills and opened their caps.
Then they tossed pills into the pots, bottle after bottle.
From this one pot alone, they saw at least dozens of bottles thrown in. Only when the soup in the pot had turned thick and viscous did they finally stop.
As seasoned cultivators, they could naturally smell that those pills were low-grade cultivation pills, but even so, how could they withstand being tossed into the pot like that?
There were...
Hiss!
A full hundred huge pots!
By that calculation, wouldn't they be throwing in nearly ten thousand bottles of low-grade pills?
"Cough, cough, brother, we're only having breakfast. Do you really need to be this extravagant and wasteful?" A Ninth-tier Saint Star Position expert from Carefree Gate could no longer hold back and asked the disciple who had just finished tossing in the pills.
"Wasteful?"
The disciple froze for a moment, his eyes full