Struggling to recover after exiting the Little Red Sky, Zhongli Tianyu slumped on the sofa in the office, his face pale and his breaths sharp, as if his body was overheating.
"Have some tea."
Seeing this, Chen Mobai moved a cup of the Rank-2 Spiritual Tea he had brewed earlier over to him.
With trembling hands, Zhongli Tianyu took the cup and downed the tea in one gulp.
The clear and slightly cold tea flowed through Zhongli Tianyu's body, washing away the after-effects of the Magic Duel in the Little Red Sky.
His Divine Sense showed no signs of bodily injury, and Zhongli Tianyu was soon feeling okay.
"Do we need to fight again tomorrow?"
"No, no, let me rest for a while."
Not a masochist, Zhongli Tianyu shook his head like a rattle drum at Chen Mobai's question, denying it outright.
