A palm-size spiritual medicine, sealwort.
Speaking of taste.
All Lu Fei felt, apart from the intake of several mouthfuls of solidified spiritual energy, was that it was a bit sharp, bitter and slightly astringent.
He assumed that the astringent bitterness was the real taste of the sealwort itself.
Of course, compared to the enjoyment he just experienced from devouring the spiritual energy, this trace of an aftertaste was negligible.
No sooner had he swallowed it.
Lu Fei began to sense a wave of heat slowly spreading from within his body, causing his demon qi to churn and boil.
"What is happening...?"
Feeling the heat spreading throughout his body, Lu Fei touched his forehead.
Even through his hair, he could feel the hotness of his forehead.
At this moment.
He felt an extraordinary surge of power throughout his body... no, not power, but energy, energy that had nowhere to escape.
"This is the medicinal effect of the sealwort..."
