After Chicken Feather Gall left, Ling Wuce's face turned grim once again.
Because he glanced at the two White Lotuses.
Silly guy, doesn't he know to wipe off the saliva on the petals before bringing them in?
Two a day is not the limit for Chicken Feather Gall, or rather, as long as there's enough saliva, he could keep spitting... producing White Lotuses.
But Ling Wuce just can't stand it!
These two alone, he'd have to spend a whole day mentally preparing himself, forcing them down.
If he didn't know where this thing came from, it would be fine, but knowing... it's really hard to swallow.
The first day he ate it, he was gagging, threw up, and ate again, ending up more disgusted, threw up again, and suffered for nothing.
Afterward, eating it slowly and carefully only made his disgust worse...
Until today, he found the knack of it, long pain is worse than short, once mentally prepared, quicker consumption in one gulp is the way...
