Inside the Feathered Serpent Ancient Pavilion, Locke took out all the potions he had refined from the Pavilion's materials from his Astral Ring.
The half-dragon wizard came over, glanced at them, then opened a bottle of potion and sniffed it carefully. "The quality is pretty good."
He swept his gaze over the quantities of the three potions. There were basically only about five bottles of each, and a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes. "Thank you for participating in this test, Potion Master Augustine. It's just a pity that I previously gave you fifteen sets of each material. A one-third success rate isn't low, and the quality is quite good as well, but relatively speaking, it still fails to meet our requirements."
The trace of emotion that had appeared on the half-dragon wizard's face quickly faded, and he once again became cold and indifferent. He glanced at the five bottles of blue potion and immediately frowned.
That was because two of the five bottles of blue potion were different from ordinary blue potions. They were filled with transparent bubbles. He opened one and sniffed it carefully, then suddenly drank it.
In an instant, under the effects of a First-Ring potion, his body quickly turned blue. The gray dragon scales covering his reptilian body also changed from gray to blue.
After the half-dragon wizard transformed into a lamp-spirit physique, he frowned. "You added the secondary ingredient rushgrass. I just don't know exactly how many grams you used. Moreover, you made more than one special adjustment to the heat, so you strengthened the effects of this blue potion."
Specks of stardust, like powder, swirled around his body. They were the unique power of a lamp-spirit elf—the magical power formed from the condensation of wish power, a special form of magical power.