"The sensation of burning the midnight oil is quite something!"
Bai Qisheng chewed and swallowed his fifth packet of ripe huangjing powder; it wasn't bitter at all, but rather had a sticky texture, like slightly air-dried glutinous rice cake.
The tea had long been finished, so he could only swallow it dry.
"No wonder the cultivators who engage in eating elixir and avoiding grain call it the 'Immortal's Sustenance'! If one could afford to eat it as a meal, it indeed feels no different from subsisting on the wind and dew.
This substance not only replenishes essence and invigorates qi, eliminating the need for lavish feasts, but also promotes energy and vitality, warding off decay."
Bai Qi took a long breath, exhaling a refreshing fragrance, saliva filling his mouth. If he were to tie up his hair and put on a Daoist robe, he would somewhat resemble the elegance of an outsider.
