"Little Mo Tower Master, is this food really edible?" Bai Zhi stared at Mo Yun in bewilderment and doubt.
The elderly Blade Saint could not help twitching a few times.
Unlike Bai Zhi, he had more than a passing acquaintance with the pill Dao.
Having lived so many years, he naturally knew something about the pill Dao. In fact, his own attainments were considerable-he could at least refine fifth-grade pills.
Thus, he could tell that Mo Yun had definitely added some strange spirit medicines while cooking and had employed pill-refining techniques.
But was something cooked that way really edible?
After all, the pill Dao was an extremely complex craft. Every pill formula required lengthy experimentation and constant refinement before it could achieve the desired effect.
Every spirit medicine contained different energies and represented different attributes. Mix them together recklessly, and the slightest mistake would blow up the furnace.
Yet Mo Yun had actually added spirit medicines to his dishes. That was clearly taking things a little too far.
The fact that the wok had not exploded already meant his luck defied the heavens.
But would eating this stuff really be all right?
"Then again, it really does smell good, and it looks pretty too..." Ge Xuanyi could not help swallowing.
"With my cultivation, even if something's wrong with this food-even if it's deadly poisonous-it shouldn't affect me, should it?"
With that thought, Ge Xuanyi picked up his chopsticks. After a moment's hesitation, he finally took a piece of braised fish and put it in his mouth.
Then his entire body jolted.
Next, brilliant light burst from his cloudy, aged eyes, and an indescribable smile suddenly bloomed across his wrinkled face.
Watching this, Bai Zhi looked at the elderly Blade Saint in confusion. "Master, how does the Little Mo Tower Master's