Not long after, the intelligent puppet came over with a teapot, pouring out a cup of Spirit Tea, its aroma overwhelming, carrying a bit of warmth.
As the fragrance entered his body, Ji An felt the spiritual qi in his Fire Element Divine Mansion circulating slightly faster.
"Ah, after all, it's just a Tier Three Lower Grade Spirit Tea. For a cultivator like me at the third layer of the Golden Core Stage, the effect isn't that strong anymore."
He murmured to himself narcissistically. Back when he first tasted this kind of Spirit Tea, the sensation was much stronger.
Ji An lifted the teacup, the orange-red, translucent color of the tea catching his eye, with ethereal red mist rising, like splendid rosy clouds.
Taking a small sip, his taste buds experienced the fragrance of the Spirit Tea. He closed his eyes, swallowed the tea, feeling as if a line of fire slid down his throat, bringing warmth wherever it passed.
