After half a year of hard cultivation, Duan Rong's physique had become very robust, his eight-pack abs rising like a turtle shell, with muscles shimmering in a dark sheen...
Duan Rong glanced at the silhouette in the copper mirror on the desk, and walked over expressionlessly to pick up the bottle of Dragon Flame Fat placed in front of the mirror.
He closed the door and stripped naked, but it wasn't to show off his body.
Holding the green porcelain bottle, Duan Rong squatted by the basin of clear water in the corner of the room, opened the porcelain bottle, and sniffed gently, detecting no abnormal scent.
Duan Rong slowly tilted the porcelain bottle...
His movements were minimal, his gaze fixed on the smooth, upturned mouth of the green porcelain bottle.
Just as the porcelain bottle was almost flat, a lump of translucent red gelatinous substance began to slowly ooze out...
Seeing that thing emerge, Duan Rong's movements became even slower...
