Zhang Xi closes her eyes after the first sip.
For a moment, I think she's measuring acidity, absorption, OXI stability, or some other technical detail a veteran Silver Fang healer would catch where I only see liquid OXI in a vial. Then she opens her eyes and smiles in a way so wide, so clean, that for a second it looks like I'd just saved hundreds of children from her orphanage with a single potion.
"This isn't only OXI replenishment," she says, looking at the vial as if it were a relic too small for its own miracle. "The taste… it warms the heart."
Oliver, who until then had been trying to hold a responsible-manager posture, looks at me as if that sentence had raised the selling price by twenty percent.
"Don't drink too much," I warn. "If your OXI is already full, it can still throw you into Overdrive."
Zhang Xi blinks, then studies the vial with renewed respect. "Even without rejection?"
