The words had barely left his mouth when Dilaka's figure vanished from behind the desk. Just two breaths later, he reappeared before Mu Chen. But this time was different; Dilaka now held two golden medicine bottles and was watching him with a mischievous grin. Mu Chen, however, didn't look at Dilaka. His full attention was fixed on the two bottles in his hand. The bottles weren't large, but a thick mist drifted around their exteriors—a mist that was dense and did not disperse, a truly magical sight.
As the saying goes, a layman watches the show, but an expert sees the skill. The moment he saw this mist, Mu Chen's mouth dropped open into an "O."
"That's Pill Mist!"
