At noon, the convoy stopped by a stream and started a fire to cook.
"Urgh!"
"Urgh, urgh, urgh!"
A group of male disciples were already lying by the stream, throwing up all over their bodies.
The female disciples, on the other hand, were much more reserved. They used the excuse of checking the surroundings to hide behind the trees in the distance.
However, they did not return for quite a while, and it was obvious that they had vomited quite a lot.
The culprit, Fang Yuan, was still in the room on the back of the tiger, in closed-door cultivation studying about Vital Gu.
Gu Tianqing clutched his stomach and looked at the room with hatred. "I really... underestimated you... urgh..."
He was halfway through his sentence when he vomited again.
