The milky white gas gently glided into his mouth, wrapped around the liquid as green as blue glaze.
A faint sour sensation spread in his mouth.
It slightly felt like apple vinegar.
This was Zheng Qing's first impression.
The refreshing liquid continued to slowly slide down his tongue, unexpectedly bringing a warm and mellow sensation; the tip of the tongue where the liquid passed gradually developed a somewhat astringent taste. Zheng Qing felt as if the back of his tongue was soaking in a hot spring while the tip was dancing on an ice cube.
This was what it felt like to be between ice and fire. This thought came to Zheng Qing in a daze.
The refreshing sensation continued to slide down into his stomach, and then it felt like a burned-out fuse triggering a fierce impact. Zheng Qing felt a surge of heat spreading in his stomach. It returned to his mouth through the esophagus, spreading the hint of bitterness behind that astringent sensation.
