Groggily, Zhang Tie woke as if he had just roused from a comfortable, languid sleep on a spring dawn.
The chirping of birds outside the room called Zhang Tie out of his slumber.
As the birdsong in Zhang Tie's mind changed from hazy to clear, he woke up completely.
Opening his eyes, Zhang Tie found himself lying in bed. As far as he could see, he was in a traditional, luxurious bedroom brimming with Hua Clan style. There seemed to be a courtyard outside the bedroom, and the birdsong came from that small courtyard.
Zhang Tie got out of bed and looked down, only to discover that he had changed into a soft, comfortable white sleeping robe. He just had no idea how long he had slept.
Sitting at the bedside, Zhang Tie checked his body's current condition, then drew a sharp breath. He felt as if he had acquired an entirely new body. Every cell in this body seemed to surge and stir with power. His spine was warmly comfortable. Upon examining himself more closely and making several movements in the room, he found that this body's strength, speed, recovery, and the body's seven powers of qi and blood, meridians, marrow, and spirit had all increased to varying degrees. Strength had increased the most. Even more precious was that his first condensed chakra had become heavier and steadier in its rotation, like a massive steam flywheel that had just been lubricated.
That Dragon Marrow Wine truly was good stuff. Just one jar had directly raised his combat power by another small step.
Zhang Tie smacked his lips, savoring the aftertaste, when a question involuntarily arose in his mind—he had benefited so immensely from drinking Dragon Marrow Wine just once; how formidable must Emperor Xuanyuan, who could drink Dragon Marrow