"Call it the Little Guga Happy Pill." Jiang Lan spoke without hesitation. "The only taboo is not taking it before a meal, or you might get the hiccups. Bathe and burn incense if you want, but don't take it in the latrine, or it might pick up some odd smells."
Feng Xiaotian's expression stiffened. "Master, I'm serious."
"I'm serious too." Jiang Lan blinked his big, clear black-and-white eyes, looking utterly innocent. "If you don't believe me, take one now. I guarantee that after you go back and sleep, you'll wake up tomorrow feeling completely refreshed. You might even be able to circulate the Wind Breath Art two more cycles."
Feng Xiaotian looked at the little fellow swinging his legs from the chair, then at the unmarked white porcelain bottle in his hand. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the stopper.
A fresh medicinal fragrance drifted from the bottle. It was neither strong nor faint, carrying a slight bitterness like orange peel and an indescribable sweetness.
Just that single breath made him feel as though his body, tense from days of strain, had loosened somewhat.
"You're really taking it?" Jiang Lan asked.
"I am." Feng Xiaotian poured out a pale golden pill and swallowed it with his head tilted back.
The pill melted the moment it entered his throat. A warm current slid down his esophagus into his abdomen, then slowly spread through his limbs and bones like spring rain soaking into parched earth.
The blockages and hidden injuries left behind by his past cultivation began vanishing at an astonishing speed.
"How does it feel?" Jiang Lan propped up his chin.
"Wonderful." Feng Xiaotian could not help sighing, even relaxing his posture.
"Good. Once the tournament is over, come find me again. I'll give you a set of martial arts better