Seeing Fu Cheng's reaction, Shen Lu hummed smugly.
"Good, isn't it?"
"It's more than just good," Fu Cheng said, utterly amazed. "The soothing effect on the Spiritual Sea has reached a whole new level."
If the previous effect was like a bucket of ice water dumped over your head on a scorching summer day—all about that sharp, refreshing shock…
Then the effect now was more like a gentle spring breeze and fine rain, with a much wider reach. It felt like bathing in a warm spring; with every ripple of the water, his Spiritual Sea was cleansed.
It felt as if a chronic ailment of many years was being meticulously unraveled and healed.
"How did you do it?" Fu Cheng was incredibly curious.
Shen Lu laughed it off. "I just had a sudden breakthrough. The ingredients are the same. Maybe it has to do with my cooking technique?"
Fu Cheng didn't press further.
