Not only the staff member, but even Xie Daoyuan and Huo Sining were a bit dumbfounded, completely unprepared for such a change.
The Cloud Brocade, sprayed with mist, became increasingly dull in color as the air circulated, and the fragile silk threads snapped one by one under the force of the not-so-heavy spray, eventually disintegrating into tiny bits of powder, making it impossible to take samples.
Zhou Shitao's face had already darkened, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, as if he were about to explode in anger at any moment, but he had no choice but to take a deep breath and forcefully suppress the fury rising in his throat.
The staff member was completely flustered, mind blank, looking up and down at the faces of Zhou Shitao, Xie Daoyuan, and several other professors, stammering an explanation:
"I... I just wanted to spray some antioxidant... Professor... I didn't know this would happen... I thought... I didn't mean to..."
