"Xi Ying, what is this?" Yuan Ming looked at the item in his hand and asked, suppressing the excitement in his heart.
The reason for his astonishment was none other than the fact that he sensed an aura very similar to Black Incense from this object.
It was not the replicas of Black Incense he had made himself, but the original three sticks of Black Incense he had first obtained.
Ever since then, he had been collecting various spiritual materials, all in order to truly imitate those few sticks of incense. Although, after numerous attempts and explorations, he was getting closer to this goal, he was never able to realize it completely, primarily due to the lack of the main material.
But now this "coal" finally gave him that familiar feeling.
Upon hearing his words, Xi Ying took the "coal" and examined it carefully, her brows suddenly knitting together.
Her expression changed from initially casual to somewhat serious, then to doubt.
