"Be good, Yuan'Er, quickly drink the medicinal soup."
Mother Lu cradled Lu Yuan in one arm, holding a porcelain bowl in the other, carefully bringing it to his lips, afraid of spilling even a drop.
Master Pu Xuan is a highly esteemed monk of the Medicine Buddha Sect, and the prescriptions he concocts are priceless, unobtainable even with money!
Yet, as Lu Yuan looked at the viscous liquid in the bowl, he felt a violent churn in his stomach, almost vomiting on the spot.
Because shockingly, the medicinal liquid was teeming with innumerable tiny insects!
These insects were so minuscule, countless times smaller than a proton, invisible to the naked human eye, and even the divine thought of a cultivator couldn't sense their presence.
If Lu Yuan didn't possess the Eye of Truth, he would have unwittingly consumed them!
"Is this the grand supplement that High Monk Pu Xuan spoke of?"
Lu Yuan frowned slightly.
