Cui Zhaoye laughed and said, "Mr. Pei, if you don't eat it now, we might get separated in a little while."
Pei Ye assured himself with the presence of Black Cat and Quail Head, and without fear, he lifted his hand and poured it into his mouth.
There was no choking dust, no gravel to scratch his throat; it was an icy and smooth sensation that glided down his throat, a marvelous feeling that almost made him moan.
Then he felt his body start to float weightlessly in an instant, his vision blurring, and at that moment, a small, soft pouch was handed to him by the young lady—its feel was even softer than the smoothest silk.
After that, he found that his walking wasn't too impaired, but the girl beside him still took his wrist and led him forward, her laughter floating into his ears, "You might feel a bit uncomfortable for the first time, and since you have a cultivation level, your True Qi will unconsciously resist this abnormal state, try to relax a bit."