"What on earth is this thing?"
Yuan Bao focused on the liquid inside the incense burner and quickly realized that this liquid was actually formed from wisps of mist.
It was also at this moment that Yuan Bao discovered the mist didn't originate from the incense burner; it truly emerged from the void, seeping forth as wisps.
The mist condensed, transformed into droplets, and finally merged into the incense burner.
"Strange!"
Yuan Bao had carefully observed this room before, and at that time, there was no incense burner, to be precise, not even this altar.
So, where did these things come from?
Could it be that this space isn't hers alone?
Or is there some reason behind the appearance of all this?
Yuan Bao's consciousness exited the space and returned to her body.
This space didn't originally belong to her; it belonged to Sheng Xueyi. The space had wondrous uses, and Sheng Xueyi should have been very experienced with it. Unfortunately, Sheng Xueyi was no longer around.
