"Here's the Blood Boiling Liquid you wanted."
CLACK. Two vials of Blood Boiling Liquid were pressed into Jiang Qiu's trembling palm. Wu Shan's brow furrowed, his voice as cold as stone. "There's no need to push yourself so hard. Firing a few more arrows for a short time won't instantly grant you proficiency. It'll just damage your arm.
Drink a vial of Blood Boiling Potion to replenish your Qi Blood and rest for a bit before Liu Yong and the inspector from the Military Department arrive. If you lose the archery match, so be it. Just make sure you don't slip up with your Spear Technique..."
"Mm."
Jiang Qiu nodded, popped the cap open with his thumb, and downed the liquid in one gulp. Blood seemed to erupt from his heart like a spring in a vast desert, a warm current rushing through his parched limbs. In an instant, his face flushed, and the blood vessels in his eyes streaked like red lightning.
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!
His heart hammered against his chest, as rapid as falling rain.
