Wuteng Feng asked, his face full of surprise.
"Uh, what a coincidence. I actually went to see the Master yesterday and compressed some pills in my body," Su Yue nodded, then mentioned the Master's name, thinking Wuteng Feng might have heard of him.
The Dao Sect's naming conventions were truly overly elaborate. To think that compressing Qi Blood Pills in the body was actually given such a regionally distinct name... a Dao Tripod. It really was a place that paid attention to the finer details. Or maybe they just had too much free time.
"Oh... so you went to look for him? In that case, you also have a Fake Dao Tripod in your body," Wuteng Feng said.
"A Fake Dao Tripod?" Su Yue was taken aback. How did it become 'fake'? Everyone was just compressing pills in their bodies. Was there really a hierarchy of status? The dreaded pecking order?
