Li River Water Palace.
Above the water pavilion.
Jiang Ning glanced at the wine in the pot and poured it into his mouth.
The golden liquid transformed into a thin thread and fell straight into his mouth.
As soon as the wine entered his throat, a cool chill began to spread from his abdomen, and his Spirit Platform instantly became ethereal.
He suddenly felt as if a clear moon rose in his heart, its hauntingly cold essence spreading all over his Spirit Platform, pouring over his Primordial Spirit.
At this moment, the emotions in his heart were suppressed to a state of utmost calmness.
He quietly felt the changes the wine brought to him as it entered his body.
A moment later.
He opened his eyes and looked at the wine pot in his hand.
"I almost forgot about this thing!"
"Master!" At this moment, Linglong saw Jiang Ning regain consciousness and appeared pitiable, softly calling out.
Seeing this, Jiang Ning couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you want to drink too?"
