At the Celestial Treasure Tower, Yang Jing was still seated in the tea room. He had refined so much Spiritual Qi in the past two days that all his meridians were aching and swollen. Even taking a Yellow Bud Pill had only offered slight relief.
Disciples with outstanding Spirit Roots from Foundation Establishment Clans would have elders expend Magical Power to cleanse their meridians and refine their marrow from a young age, expanding them. Yang Jing hadn't had that luxury before, so now he could only make up for the deficiency by freeloading Wusong Tea from the Celestial Treasure Tower.
He chugged a large pot of Wusong Tea, and the meridians that had been aching and swollen immediately felt a wave of coolness. His entire body exuded wisps of cool air.
The autumn defense was not yet over, and Huangyuan Marketplace was much quieter. Even the Celestial Treasure Tower was affected, becoming much less busy.
A moment later, a maid led an Independent Cultivator inside.
