"Ugh—"
Evening.
Six o'clock.
Wu You knelt on the ground, his hands supporting himself on the floor, retching loudly with a very complex expression.
Simply put, it was... a mix of pleasure and pain.
On the other side.
Xia Panqiu wasn't much better off, although she wasn't as uninhibited as Wu You.
She squatted on the ground, back facing Chen Lusi, her hands firmly covering her mouth. Her delicate body trembled constantly, yet she refused to let a sound of retching escape.
The only one still standing, Chen Lusi, also felt a bit nauseous, but his rejection reaction wasn't as exaggerated.
About ten minutes later.
Wu You recovered, looked at Chen Lusi, and said painfully, "It nearly killed me... yet, this thing is genuinely useful. A single Spirit Ball equates to three months of my meditation. After devouring three in a day, even the 'Stone' at my heart is nearly formed. But why is it so unbearable!"
"I don't know... if it's truly uncomfortable, maybe take fewer,"
