His Spiritual Roots had improved.
Although he still had four Spiritual Roots, any increase in his cultivation speed was enough to meet his needs.
After several consecutive days of arduous cultivation.
The arrival of a voice transmission talisman finally brought his cultivation to a halt.
"Yu Changchun wants to meet me?"
"Could he have already found information about the conscription?"
Wang Ba's eyes immediately lit up.
Without wasting time, he tidied up briefly, then left Spiritwater Courtyard for the agreed location.
This time, it was not outside the mountain gate, but at a teahouse in the Market.
"The Heart-Questioning Tea here has neither flavor nor fragrance, but its wonder lies in how it questions the heart and spirit, sweeping away the dust within. It is quite beneficial to the souls of Qi Refining cultivators."
"Here, try some."
Inside a private tea room.
Yu Changchun, his face indistinct, smiled as he poured Wang Ba a cup of tea.
The tea was colorless and odorless. Had there not been a few tea flecks at the bottom of the cup, Wang Ba would almost have thought it was nothing more than ordinary boiled water.
Even so, Wang Ba remained somewhat skeptical.
Although he had never visited this teahouse, he had heard that its prices in Spirit Stones were far from low.
It was hard to imagine that a cultivator as consistently tightfisted as Yu Changchun would be willing to treat him to tea here.
Yet nothing unusual showed on his face, and he immediately took a small sip.
Just as he was trying to distinguish its flavor with his tongue, Wang Ba suddenly shuddered.
He felt an ineffably mysterious sensation rise in his heart, questioning it.
Wang Ba could not help closing his eyes, carefully experiencing the repeated questions this Heart-Questioning Tea raised