Song Yun had cursed Mao Shan, that little bastard, countless times in his heart, but when he clenched his fist and felt his strength growing at such a rapid pace, he wondered whether to drink the second bottle or not.
It was a big question. The first bottle had nearly caused his meridians to explode, so if the second bottle was anything like the first, Song Yun felt tempted to hack Mao Shan to death with a knife.
After pondering for a moment, Song Yun still drank the second bottle. After all, the feeling of such immense strength was simply too wonderful. Just one bottle made him feel his strength had multiplied. He hoped the second bottle wouldn't disappoint. Sliding down into his stomach, the second bottle didn't seem to produce any effect. Song Yun felt neither a swelling head nor increased strength. What's going on? Could he have developed an immunity to the potion's effects?
