When Xiao Yan approached slowly, holding the lustrous white jade bottle in both hands, Hai Bodong's gaze fixedly locked onto the bottle. His rough fingers trembled uncontrollably, as though he were holding the weight of his entire life. He reached out, his palm brushing over the cool surface of the jade bottle. A warm, gentle spiritual aura immediately flowed into his fingertips. Like parched earth greedily drinking in a long-awaited rain, he absorbed that trace of vitality, making the heart that had been sealed for decades and long lain still as stagnant water suddenly pound wildly—this was the call of peak strength, the hope he had dreamed of day and night while trapped in his aged, feeble body, the obsession that had sustained him through countless dark years.
He impatiently extended his slightly trembling fingers and pulled out the Darksteel Stopper at the top of the jade bottle. The next second, a crisp and majestic medicinal fragrance surged through the entire chamber like floodwaters bursting through a dam. The instant it entered his nostrils, it carried the fresh scent of plants and an incomparably pure spiritual aura. Every pore on his body completely opened at that moment; every inch of skin and every meridian greedily breathed in the aura, as though trying to replenish all the spiritual energy he had lacked over the decades in a single breath. Through the crystalline jade bottle, three Spirit-Restoring Purple Pills lay quietly within. They were a pure pale violet, like purple jade steeped in moonlight for a thousand years—warm and translucent. A faint spiritual halo wreathed around the pills, floating gently like a thin veil, as though alive. At the top of each pill was a tiny golden flame pattern, the unique mark left by Heavenly Flames refinement. It faintly radiated a heart-palpitating