One person, one bowl of meat soup, the brother and sister drank it all up, clean and neat.
Within just moments, droplets of perspiration emerged on their foreheads, their cheeks red as if ablaze.
Even though Wang Chen's Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup had not simmered to perfection, even though both bowls of soup were watered down significantly, the medicinal strength was still quite potent for them.
Wang Chen said, "You all go and cultivate to dissipate the medicinal power."
Ye Feifei pulled her brother aside, giving Wang Chen a bow, and then hurriedly left.
If they continued to stay, they would lose their composure!
Wang Chen sat down again, taking out a volume of Taoist techniques he had picked up from a market stall, and continued to read it.
Savoring the aroma of the Dragon Tiger Strong Soul Soup, listening to the bubbling sounds of boiling water in the pot, he felt a rare sense of peace and joy, very much at ease.
