When he turned back again, Lu Chuan's expression had become extremely grave.
From his conversation with the Jade Emperor just now, he had learned a few more secrets about Journey to the West.
For example, the purpose of the two sides cooperating this time to bring about the scripture pilgrimage was not merely for those demon kings along the Journey to the West road. Compared to Wutian, those demon kings could only be counted as tiny fish and shrimp.
And then there was the Jade Emperor's final answer to him. If it had been anyone else, they would basically have believed it.
But he just so happened to know a little more.
"Yo, why does your face look so awful?"
Taishang Laojun walked up with a beaming smile and asked.
"Nothing. What, have you refined the Wind-Fixing Pill?"
Lu Chuan and Taishang Laojun talked as they walked.
Hearing this, Taishang Laojun said nothing and simply raised his hand, tossing over a small box.
Lu Chuan caught it in surprise and opened it, only to see four pellets inside, each a different color: white, cyan, purple, and one golden.
"The Wind-Fixing Pill?"
Emperor Lu was delighted, but his brows immediately furrowed. "Why are there four colors?"
"These are several kinds of pellets this old man has researched most recently. The Wind-Fixing Pill you want is among them."
Taishang Laojun shook his head and said with a smiling expression, "But as for which one it is, Emperor, you'll have to taste them yourself. Oh, right—after you taste them, remember to tell this old man how you feel next time, so this old man can adjust the formula."
"What? You're actually this deranged, making me test pellets for you?"
Emperor Lu's face went dark on the spot. "Doesn't your conscience hurt doing this?"