Yu Fei didn't give it a second thought and downed another cup. He thought he heard a long, drawn-out dragon's roar, carrying a strange vibration that entranced him. The faint light in his sea of consciousness expanded outward another foot. One cup of tea had calmed his restless mind, and the second had actually strengthened his spirit.
This one cup of tea alone was worth a month of cultivating the Star Soul Forging Scripture.
Yu Fei's mind drifted, and he was completely unaware of this.
When he came to, Yu Fei felt as if he were a little drunk.
It wasn't a physical drunkenness, but a mental one. His thoughts churned, yet he felt strangely exhilarated.
