"Here, take these. They were made by Brother Kunxian." Zhuge Yuan handed ten pills to Li Huowang, who was gnawing on dry rations.
"What are these?" Li Huowang asked as he took them.
"Brother Li, aren't you an alchemist? How can you not even recognize a Fasting Pill? This stuff can replace meals, and it'll greatly reduce the need to relieve yourself, too. It's perfect for when you're on the road."
Li Huowang picked one up and examined it carefully under the sun. It was a dark brown pill, about the size of his pinky nail, with a strong herbal smell.
"Brother Zhuge, let's leave that little disciple of the Sitting Oblivion Path alone for now. We can bide our time and fish for bigger prey," Li Huowang said, his voice barely a whisper.
Even though he had no idea what was going on, it didn't affect Li Huowang's goal in the slightest: dealing with Bei Feng.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
