"What's wrong? Elder Brother Li, the items we went through so much trouble to retrieve, they couldn't possibly be fake, could they?"
Seeing Li Huowang stop, the nervous tone in Gouwa's voice changed.
He was really hoping that this thing would be useful, as the sick Elder Brother Li was quite a handful to deal with.
Li Huowang furrowed his brows and shook his head, holding the Black Taishui in his hand and stopping in his tracks.
"What am I hesitating for? That is just an illusion over there."
With this thought, he lifted the Black Taishui to his mouth, but then he stopped himself abruptly once again.
Everyone in the tent could tell that the recently recovered Elder Brother Li was deep in thought, as to what about, only he himself knew.
When Chun Xiaoman, who had just returned from practicing swordsmanship, approached Bai Lingmiao and asked something in a soft voice, Li Huowang slowly put the meat back onto the Black Taishui.
