"Good," Xu Ying said before raising the jug to take another sip of the brimming red liquid.
Now that Isaiah was closer, he could properly take a sniff without looking like a weirdo.
The juice smelled like thick freshly spilled blood. The scent of iron was still prevalent. There was also the scent of sweetness as if a lot of sweet fruits had been crushed and mixed together with the blood.
Isaiah gulped, suppressing his desire to take a sip. This was the type of life Xu Ying enjoyed every once in a while, Isaiah could only envy from a distance.
If it wasn't some special piece of flesh, it was a strange fruit that had a very sweet scent or the blood of a creature Isaiah couldn't even begin to imagine.
Xu Ying observed Isaiah's reaction to the scent of the Phoenix Blood Juice he was taking. He let a small playful smirk form on his lips.
