C1177 Truth of the Great Calamity(2)

This time, he managed not to cough up blood. The tea had a unique fragrance, with each drop infused with intricate spirit patterns. The old man's vitality visibly returned with every breath.

"May I ask who you are, sir?" Qiao Gao took a deep breath, realizing he couldn't hide anymore. His identity as a former royal consort was sensitive