As the gray smoke gradually stabilized, Su Xinyan turned to Fang Zhou, a confident and proud arc forming at the corners of her lips. "Haha, it seems my interpretation was correct. The patterns on this Black Magic Bottle are indeed intricately linked with [Mist]." She snapped her fingers softly.
In an instant, a state-of-the-art Energy Analyzer appeared before Fang Zhou. A thread-like wisp of gray smoke slowly drifted from the mouth of the Black Magic Bottle, floating steadily above Su Xinyan's palm. She then raised her slender index finger and gently touched it.
