Inside Yohan's room, Ana was clutching one of the potion vials in her hand; she had a feverish look in her eyes.
This small bottle was designed to temper the ferocity of the Yang Qi inside her body. Contemplating that, her cheeks visibly turned crimson, and then, the next second, without giving another thought, she drained the entire fluid without leaving a single drop.
Yohan was watching right before her as she downed the entire potion bottle; now he was left with merely two bottles inside his inventory. If he hadn't had these elixirs in his possession, then he would never have dared to even dream about dual cultivating with Ana, knowing the potency of his Yang Qi; only a body which has a high cultivation base can endure his Divine Qi.
"Tastes like simple water..." Ana murmured, finishing the potion. She looked at Yohan; he simply smiled. She immediately turned her head in a different direction, feeling a momentary surge of shyness.
