Li Xiang announced the meeting was over but asked Zhao Xueqing to stay behind.

Yao Yao walked out of the office and couldn’t help but glance back. ’Why is Brother Xiang keeping Zhao Green Tea behind?’ A wave of jealousy washed over her, but she didn’t feel it was her place to ask.

"Brother Xiang, why did you ask me to stay?" The late afternoon sun streamed through the conference room’s blinds, slicing golden stripes across the long, solid wood table. The jadeite pendants on Zhao Xueqing’s earlobes trembled with each breath, refracting the patches of light into an iridescent shimmer like a peacock’s feather.

Li Xiang gestured with a warm smile. "Xueqing, come sit over here."

Looking shy and demure, Zhao Xueqing sat down with graceful posture right next to Li Xiang. She was so nervous that the tips of her hair inadvertently brushed against his wrist, carrying a faint scent of cedar and lily of the valley.

Her heart pounded with nervous anticipation. ’If Brother Xiang pounces on me in a moment, how hard should I struggle? Just enough to make him more excited, but not so much that it ruins the mood?’

"Brother Xiang..." As the thought crossed her mind, the syllable that escaped her lips sounded like melting honey. Her knees tilted five degrees toward Li Xiang.

Li Xiang was very excited. "That Spirit Dew Rain of yours is amazing! It works far better than I expected. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call it a miracle drug."

"Huh?" Zhao Xueqing was completely stunned. ’So he was just asking about the medicine? And here I thought... we were about to have a steamy conference room scene.’

"It really is that good. You drop it on a wound, and you can see it healing with the naked eye." Seeing her disbelief, Li Xiang described in detail the time he treated Amisha and the mother with the baby. To be honest, Li Xiang had plenty of Spiritual Medicine on him, but it was all for Cultivation. He might have had some specifically for healing, but none of them could compare to Zhao Xueqing’s Spirit Dew Rain.

The medicine’s healing effect could seal a wound in three to five seconds without leaving a single scar. It was like something out of the cartoons Li Xiang watched as a kid, where gods healed mortals. If this were sold on the market, it would absolutely be considered a miracle drug and command an exorbitant price.

Putting aside the healing speed of this "Spirit Dew Rain," the fact that it left no scars alone would be enough to make countless women go crazy for it.

Many female patients who needed surgery for illness or injury, even minimally invasive procedures, would be left with scars—something that was unacceptable for many women.

Besides, some surgeries simply couldn’t be done laparoscopically.

And for the many women who enjoyed plastic surgery or cosmetic procedures, using this miracle drug would make the results absolutely perfect.

Of course, Li Xiang had no intention of selling it. It wasn’t like he was short on money.

"Mm-hm, I’ve never actually tried it myself." Zhao Xueqing had originally saved a little bit, thinking she could test it if someone at home accidentally got hurt, like cutting their finger while chopping vegetables or something. But an opportunity had never come up.

"Does secreting too much of it have any negative effects on you?" Li Xiang asked.

Zhao Xueqing’s face turned red. She fidgeted with the hem of her clothes and said, "It’s fine... It just consumes a little Spiritual Power." What she didn’t say was that the secretion process was actually quite... pleasurable. Doing it too often was a little addictive.

Li Xiang was instantly delighted. "Then I’ll have to trouble you to prepare some more in your spare time. It might be very useful in the future."

Zhao Xueqing nodded repeatedly. "Okay, okay, Brother Xiang. I’ll do my best."

"In any case, it’s good to have a large stockpile, just to be safe. Take this Spiritual Medicine. Some of it is Wood Attribute, which should be especially suitable for you." Li Xiang thought to himself, ’I can’t just have her work for free, can I?’ With a wave of his hand, he placed a large quantity of Spiritual Medicine he had already prepared onto the conference table.

An exotic fragrance filled the air.

They were all items brimming with Spiritual Qi, ranging from Tier Three to Tier Six. There were even a few precious Spirit Grasses of the Eighth and Ninth Tiers among them.

"Brother Xiang, this is so much!" Zhao Xueqing was pleasantly surprised and flattered. Li Xiang had often given them Spiritual Medicine before, but never this much, and never of such a High Grade.

As a Plant Element Extraordinary Being, Zhao Xueqing knew their value.

"It’s not that much. Consider it a little something to help you recuperate," Li Xiang said with a smile.

Zhao Xueqing blinked. "Then I’ll go get a bag to put them in."

"Mm-hm, go on. I’ll wait for you here."

So, Zhao Xueqing stood up. As she turned, her hair once again inadvertently brushed against Li Xiang’s face. She had wanted to pretend to slip and fall into his arms like Yao Yao had done before, but it felt a little too fake. After all, she was a Tier Two Transcendent now. So, she just pursed her red lips and walked out, feeling a bit regretful.

A short while later, she returned with a large backpack and some clean polyethylene bags—the food-grade type that tea manufacturers used for packaging and shipping their products.

After packing everything up, she was secretly delighted and took the bag to her car. Part of her joy was due to the precious Spiritual Medicine, but another part was because Li Xiang had given it to her alone. Yao Yao and Lei Xiaohui hadn’t gotten any.

Li Xiang left the scenic area and strolled toward the back mountain with his hands behind his back, planning to visit the pandas.

The back mountain faced the sun, so the temperature had warmed up. Much of the snow had already melted, forming streams that gurgled in the cobblestone drainage ditches alongside the path.

Tuantuan stood on a pine branch with half a stalk of green bamboo in its mouth. The black patches around its eyes bulged with every chew, and its plump body swayed on the slender branch, causing a crowd of tourists to gasp in worry, afraid it would fall.

"Whoa, that panda’s fearless! If it falls from that high up, it’ll be seriously injured, won’t it?"

Meanwhile, Huanhuan and Lele were rolling around in the mud, fighting over a tender bamboo shoot. Their black and white fur was covered in camellia petals. In reality, there were plenty of other bamboo shoots around. Who knows why they insisted on fighting over that one particular stalk—perhaps it was just for fun.