Each of them had a bowl of meat soup, and the brother and sister drank every last drop.
In just a moment, glistening sweat beaded on their foreheads, and their cheeks turned crimson as if scorched by fire.
Even though Wang Chen's pot of Dragon Tiger Spirit Strengthening Soup had not yet simmered long enough, and even though both bowls had been heavily diluted with plain water, the medicinal potency within was still remarkably fierce for them.
Wang Chen said, "Go cultivate and disperse the medicinal power."
Ye Feifei pulled her younger brother along to bow to him, then hurried away.
If they held on any longer, they would make fools of themselves!
Wang Chen sat back down and took out a manual of Daoist arts he had picked up from a Marketplace street stall, then continued reading.
Breathing in the fragrance of the Dragon Tiger Spirit Strengthening Soup and listening to the bubbling water in the pot, he felt a trace of long-lost peace and joy. His heart relaxed greatly.
After living in Myriad Cultivator City for so long, Wang Chen sometimes considered simply putting down roots here.
Together with the other cultivators, he could face the coming great calamity of heaven and earth.
The great calamity of heaven and earth was not a world-ending disaster. Since ancient times, the Mountain Sea Realm had already endured many such calamities.
The great sects had abundant experience in resisting these calamities. So long as they were willing to pay a sufficient price, surviving and continuing their legacy through the catastrophe would not be a problem.
Small sects and rogue cultivators from the Outer Territories would certainly suffer miserably. They could basically only leave themselves to the mercy of fate, or struggle by every possible means to survive.
And Myriad Cultivator City