Unknown Substance?

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

In the blink of an eye, another five minutes passed.

The glass bottle was scorching hot, and the water inside had already boiled, yet the black powder remained stubbornly unchanged.

Yuesefu's face remained tense, his brows furrowing. Without explaining anything to Xiaman, he waved a hand and directly used a spell to float the glass bottle into the air, then released magical flames to heat it even more fiercely.

The water in the glass bottle churned violently, billowing thick white steam. The black powder bobbed up and down, and only after a long while did it seem to diminish by the slightest bit.

Yuesefu raised his brows, about to say something, when Xiaman's warning suddenly sounded beside him. "Careful, Mr. Yuesefu."

"Hm?"

Yuesefu froze slightly. Then, with a sharp crack, the glass bottle suddenly exploded because it could not withstand the excessive heat.

With a clatter, glass shards flew in every direction.

"Hmph!"

Yuesefu snorted coldly and waved his hand. The air surged fiercely, rapidly contracting. The glass shards, boiling water, and incompletely dissolved black powder were swiftly compressed into a ball, which he then flung into a corner—using his formidable strength, Yuesefu had forcibly prevented a laboratory accident.

But after doing all this, Yuesefu showed no pride. Instead, he turned his head and examined Xiaman with an unpleasant expression.

Under Yuesefu's stare, Xiaman felt uncomfortable all over and belatedly thought that he should not have shouted that warning earlier.

So should he leave now? Or leave immediately? As Xiaman pondered this, Yuesefu suddenly spoke to him. "Wizard Xiaman, thank you for your warning just now. Otherwise, things might have become troublesome."

"Not at all, not at all. I merely happened to notice it," Xiaman said repeatedly.

"No, it was not coincidence. You really