Holy Vein Pill!
As soon as the pill took shape, Xia Hong could already smell the rich, exotic fragrance.
Receiving the yellow porcelain bottle handed over by Cheng Feng, he immediately opened it.
Seeing the six golden, round elixir pills inside, Xia Hong's expression slightly stirred, looking up at Cheng Feng with a hint of expectation.
Cheng Feng naturally understood why Xia Hong showed such an expression. The excitement in his eyes had not yet dissipated, and he spoke excitedly, "Lord, this Holy Vein Pill has miraculous effects on meridian-related injuries. I am not yet sure of its effects at the Xianyang Level, but for those with Cold Resistance Level cultivation, even if all their meridians are severed, taking this pill will completely restore them in less than a day. You should still remember Shi Qing, right?"
