Ning Wangfu.
Four robust servants carried the seated Ning Wang Zhao Liang on a hollow four-clawed Jiaolong throne, his body steaming with heat, wrapped in a bright yellow embroidered blanket, through the misty corridor and into a hall to take his seat.
Once the hollow Jiaolong throne touched the ground, a bevy of pretty waiting maids immediately approached, pulling out the drawers beneath the throne, incessantly bringing out basins of fragrant medicinal brew with steam rising from the dark brown liquid, pouring it inside.
Zhao Liang slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a mist of verdant qi rose from his Dantian. This verdant qi was lush and vibrant in color, enduring and robust, with the vitality of pines and cypresses sprouting new branches.
This verdant qi acted like an invisible shield, locking in the medicinal power rising from beneath the throne, continuously morphing around Zhao Liang...
