Nian Bing waved his hand, and the third person came forward. Drinking this fishy concoction wasn't much about strength; more importantly, it was about one's willpower and courage. From Yin Dang, the first one, to the last Great Swordsmaster, Nian Bing had been observing. Generally speaking, the willpower of these elite members of the Bing Yue Hall was quite good; at least none truly resisted. When the last person also drank his three ladles, the pot of fishy concoction was nearly empty. One hundred and one people sat scattered around, a faint glow of Fighting Qi surrounding their bodies as they were all in meditation.
Xi Lu whispered, "Nian Bing, you're really harsh! Judging by their looks, this stuff must be hard to swallow."
Nian Bing smiled slightly, "Brother Xi Lu, there's a little bit left, why don't you drink it? Without truly tasting it, you can't really feel how genuine the flavor is."
