"Yeah, this is the Moon Stream water produced by the Fish King. This is all I get allocated every half a year. You can just have a taste later. Youzong is injured, so let him drink more!"
Feng Long felt no heartache over the cloud mist tea. But when it came to this Moon Stream water, it made his heart bleed.
He poured himself about two hundred milliliters and gave Wang Quan forty or fifty. Then, he dumped the remaining three hundred milliliters into another large cup and placed it in front of Su Mo.
"Drink up," Feng Long said. "Although your physical fitness is not bad, without this kind of thing to assist you, it's inevitable that you've accumulated a lot of hidden injuries. Drinking this Moon Stream water should be able to restore the deficiencies in your innate foundation to some extent."
"Moon Stream water? My innate deficiencies?" Smelling the strange scent wafting over, Su Mo felt curious. He couldn't help but pick up the cup to examine it closely.
