"Junior Brother Ming Hao, we'd also like a Spirit-Gathering Pill to absorb some of the excess power."
Zhang Ze looked at Ming Hao with longing written all over his face, his eyes brimming with desire for the Spirit-Gathering Pills.
Seeing this, Ming Hao felt somewhat helpless, but he readily took out the Spirit-Gathering Pills from his robes and gave everyone two each.
"Thank you for the pills, Junior Brother!"
"Thank you for these treasures, Junior Brother Ming Hao!"
Everyone was overjoyed. After accepting the Spirit-Gathering Pills, they were almost moved to tears with gratitude toward Ming Hao.
Just then, however, Fatty Zhang suddenly spoke up:
"Junior Brother Ming Hao, these Spirit-Gathering Pills must be precious, right? Since I can't help you anyway, you don't need to give me any."
His voice was subdued and tactful, as though he felt a little embarrassed.
Fatty Zhang knew perfectly well that these Spirit-Gathering Pills must be worth a fortune. For Junior Brother Ming Hao to hand out so many, he must have gone to considerable trouble to obtain them.
Besides, his cultivation realm was now higher than Ming Hao's. If he were still in the Nascent Soul Realm, he might have accepted them without hesitation,
but now he felt he probably wouldn't be much help in next month's arranged battle, so he was simply too embarrassed to accept such precious pills.
Ming Hao hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile:
"No need to stand on ceremony, Senior Brother. This Thunder Punishment has only just begun. We still have more than ten days to go.
By then, if everyone takes too many pills and absorbs too much medicinal power, forcing breakthroughs too quickly won't be good either. It could easily destabilize your cultivation.
Besides, I still have plenty of Spirit-Gathering Pills.