Clearly, at this moment, Su Ping had no idea that hundreds of miles away, Ye Zhou's resentment almost stretched across the distance to strangle him.
Another sleepless night passed. Su Ping, not feeling the slightest hint of drowsiness, stood before the instrument table where many Fire-type Resources were piled up. He intently watched the slowly dripping fire-red liquid among the multitude of top-tier advanced instruments. However, once it all poured into the test tube, the fire-red color quickly settled. The speck of fire-red condensed incredibly fast at the bottom of the test tube. Subsequently, the high-hardness, thermal-insulated glass gradually took on a crimson hue, then became thinner and thinner, until, at last, a bit of fire-red seeped through, burning a large hole in the bottom of the test tube. The fire-red liquid dripped onto the floor and disappeared without a trace.
