Just thinking about it made Han Feng restless. He immediately took a bottle of Concentrated Spiritual Liquid from his Storage Ring and drank it to recover his depleted Sword Essence. Then, he got up and headed outside, intending to continue his training.
In the break room, Han Feng downed the entire bottle of Concentrated Spiritual Liquid.
The cool liquid slid down his throat, instantly transforming into a searing current that washed through his parched meridians.
If any ordinary Martial Artists outside saw him chugging a priceless Spiritual Liquid like this, they'd probably have an aneurysm on the spot.
This was something meant to save one's life in a critical moment, yet he was drinking it like a Red Bull.
"Hooo..."
Han Feng let out a long breath. Most of the fatigue in his eyes vanished, replaced by an almost fanatical excitement.
That last flight was exhausting, but it was also a real thrill.
