Jing Hengran's Excitement

"Fortunately, I didn't disgrace myself!" Chi Shuyan pursed her lips and handed over the spirit bottle. Even though the bottle was tightly shut, a faint fragrance still wafted out to fill the entire room.

Jing Hengran's hands practically shook as he reached for the spirit bottle on the table. Qian Zhengde also craned his neck and stared fixedly at the spirit bottle without blinking.

Jing Hengran pulled out the stopper and held the bottle up to take a sniff. This time, Chi Shuyan had given him supreme-grade spirit pills. Even putting aside the fact that they had been refined from a 1,000-year-old Fire Lingzhi, her pills generally had more spiritual energy than other pills, to say nothing of supreme-grade spirit pills. As soon as Jing Hengran held up the bottle, he was assailed by an authentic pill fragrance. Jing Hengran's whole body shook. The spiritual energy contained in these pills was so dense that his dantian actually trembled slightly.