The cruise ship sailed upstream against the river.
Inside the cabin, Murong Yan watched Lin Chen drink tea like a bull, finishing a large pot, and she finally couldn't sit still.
"Brother Lin, Cloud Cauldron tea is good, but you shouldn't overdo it; a pot a day is the limit, drinking more is useless."
Upon hearing Murong Yan's words, Lin Chen reluctantly put down his teacup.
From the first sip of Cloud Cauldron tea, he felt a hint of warmth in his abdomen. Murong Yan wasn't lying; this tea really was extraordinary.
With his current physical strength, the pills provided by the Martial Arts Academy for disciples at the early stage of Viscera Refining would elicit a reaction for ordinary martial artists, but they were useless for him.
According to the dean, his Qi Blood already far exceeds that of average Viscera-Refining Martial Artists, and usual Viscera Refining pills have no effect on him.
