Early morning.
Fine, broken snowflakes drifted down from the sky, scattering in a grand, unhurried flurry.
In the direction of the estate's backyard.
Xia Xuanyan and Jiang Ning sat facing each other. On the stone table before them stood a red clay stove, the charcoal fire inside burning bright and strong.
At that moment, Xia Xuanyan lifted the teapot and poured into the teacup before Jiang Ning.
The tea flowed into the White Jade Cup, its color warm and lustrous, profound yellow, without a single leaf in sight.
The tea rippled inside the White Jade Cup, thick and mellow as syrup, and the aura it gave off seemed to make the surrounding air grow even heavier and more condensed.
"Try it," Xia Xuanyan said lightly.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning picked up the teacup.
He blew on it gently. The tea swayed, ripples spreading outward.
Then he slowly drank a mouthful of tea.
The tea entered his stomach, and in an instant, a warm, weighty current of air spread toward his four limbs and hundred bones, his five viscera and six bowels.
The next moment.
A trace of surprise immediately flashed through his eyes.
As the current entered his organs, he immediately sensed a warm, gentle, and enduring force of vitality slowly spreading through his body.
This tea soup did not directly transform into surging blood qi or true essence either.
Instead, it silently melted into his four limbs and hundred bones, between his organs and meridians, as though the great earth were nourishing all things, soundlessly stabilizing the source of his body.
Under the nourishment of this power, he also felt the power of the curse in his lungs and organs being suppressed, being worn away.
His expression eased somewhat, his brows and eyes relaxing as well. The color in