"Easy for what?"
Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow and asked.
"This item contains a large amount of spirit essence. After using it, when you eat other dishes, they will only seem bland and tasteless," Wei Wuque continued to respond.
"I understand."
Chen Yuan took the black porcelain bottle and smiled lightly.
He was not someone who was overly greedy for the pleasures of the palate. In his heart, only becoming stronger was the true driving force, merely changing the taste occasionally.
After all, people are not machines; they have their moments of joy and sorrow, and appropriate relaxation is quite necessary.
After giving the porcelain bottle to Chen Yuan, Wei Wuque led him all the way into the Prince Mansion, as if Wei Jinfeng had already anticipated his arrival and was waiting in the backyard of the mansion.
"Sit."
Seeing Chen Yuan walk up, Wei Jinfeng pointed to a jade stool in front of him.
