"Hmph!" Zi Yin coldly snorted.
"Greetings, martial uncle Ling, martial uncle Zi, and martial uncle Shi." At this moment, Yue Kaili came into the courtyard with a pot of soup.
"You made soup again?" Ling Chuxi said.
"I'm sure you've absorbed most of the spiritual power from the perfect tonic soup last night, so I made another pot. " Yue Kai Li said.
"Okay, okay, let's drink the soup, drink the soup." Shi chenhua felt weak after having two nosebleeds in a row. It was a good time to replenish his energy.
Ling Chuxi and Zi Yin had already personally experienced the benefits of this soup, so they naturally would not be polite.
"Today's soup seems to be a little different from yesterday 's. There's a two-hundred-year-old grass ginseng and three-hundred-year-old pine flower seeds in it." Ling Chuxi said as she drank.
