Chu Ge never got to taste the stir-fried pork liver Qiu Wuji had worked so hard to bargain for that day.
Because after drinking that cup of tea, he had entered a meditative trance...
Qiu Wuji ate alone in frustration, then stuffed the leftovers into the fridge with a sour face. She deeply regretted giving him that tea before dinner. She should never have shown off her treasure.
She should have thought of it sooner. He was not a cultivator like her, constantly bathed in spiritual energy. For him, this was rain after a long drought. Suddenly being cleansed by spiritual energy was like breathing fresh air after spending ages in an enclosed space. That momentary oxygen-drunk feeling was perfectly normal.
Once he got used to it, this would stop happening. The spiritual energy carried by that purple clay teapot was thin, after all. Once he was accustomed to drinking it, it would merely be beneficial drinking water.
Still, this time really was quite significant. Perhaps he would make a breakthrough when he woke from this trance. She wondered whether he might also break through that little Golden Bell Shield bottleneck in one go.
Come to think of it, what was his bottleneck for minor mastery of the Golden Bell Shield again? He seemed to have modified that technique...
Why did he have to mess around with it!
Qiu Wuji sighed. In the end, she did not disturb Chu Ge. After some thought, since this trance had come on suddenly and she could not judge how long it would last, she posted an announcement in the group and pinned it in the book review section: "Chu Da isn't feeling well today. This morning's chapters are all the updates for today. There won't be any more."
A truly dedicated assistant. She