After explaining the final detail of exerting force, Sun Yong saw the thoughtful look on Yang Jing's face and turned toward the desk.
He moved the teacup aside, the oil lamp on the desk stretching his shadow long.
Shifting the piled books out of the way, he took a palm-sized wooden box from the depths of a drawer.
The box was made of fine rosewood, its surface carved with simple cloud patterns. Its corners had been rubbed smooth and lustrous, suggesting it was quite old.
He placed the box on the desk and gently opened it. Dark red velvet lined the inside, and a small, gleaming white porcelain bottle lay quietly in the center.
The bottle was roughly a finger long, its surface as delicate as mutton-fat jade, its mouth sealed with a cork.
Sun Yong pulled out the cork and peered inside. A faint, clean yet bitter medicinal fragrance drifted through the study.
He replaced the cork, turned, and handed it to Yang Jing, saying in a steady voice, "These are Qi Gathering Pills. Keep them safe."
Yang Jing's gaze fell on the porcelain bottle, and he froze for a moment. Before he could recover, Sun Yong continued, "Their nourishing effects rival high-grade exotic beast meat. Take one each day, and it will be equivalent to refining the vital essence of one or two jin of high-grade exotic beast meat. They will greatly benefit your cultivation."
Yang Jing blinked before finally processing what he had heard. He looked up at Sun Yong, unable to hide the shock in his eyes. "Master, this-"
High-grade exotic beast meat...
He now knew how valuable that was.
The spirit fish he occasionally ate these days was exotic beast meat, its effects far surpassing fierce beast meat.
Yet spirit fish were only ordinary exotic