Yang Jing had intended to wait until he returned before opening the wooden box for a closer look. After all, he was still on the town's busy street, where people coming and going made it rather inconvenient.
As he tucked the wooden box into his robes, however, he caught Sun Ningxiang glancing at it out of the corner of his eye. Her gaze kept drifting toward the box in his hands; clearly, she was brimming with curiosity too.
Seeing this, Yang Jing chuckled softly. He simply set the wooden box back in his palm and raised it before them, then placed his other hand on the lid and lifted it with a little force.
With a soft click, the wooden box opened.
Sun Ningxiang immediately turned toward him, her eyes fixed on the contents of the box, no longer able to hide her curiosity.
Inside the brocade-lined wooden box lay four lustrous white pills, each the size of a quail egg. Smooth and round, they looked as though they had been carved from mutton-fat white jade.
As the box opened, wisps of crisp, rich medicinal fragrance immediately drifted out and lingered around their noses. A single breath was enough to leave them feeling refreshed and clearheaded.
"Pills?" Sun Ningxiang looked at the four pills in the box, her brows knitting slightly as she asked in puzzlement, "What kind of pills are these? They look quite extraordinary."
Yang Jing's gaze settled on the four gleaming white pills. His brows rose slightly as he said with certainty, "These are Marrow Tempering Pills."
He had recognized them at a glance. Their color, medicinal fragrance, and even the faint sheen over their surfaces were identical to those the sect had awarded him when he took first place in the Azure Qilin Battle.
"Marrow Tempering