A faint mist billowed out from the [Demon-Sealing Pot].
Qin Ran cautiously retreated to the wall.
Although the Funeral Society member had been evasive before, based on the information he had uncovered overnight, the [Demon-Sealing Pot] was just as he had initially judged it to be: a treasure chest.
These treasure chests, whose origins were unknown, might contain any kind of item.
Simply put, they might hold things beneficial to Demons, or things beneficial to humans.
However, according to the records in the books, most things beneficial to humans would harm Demons.
Conversely, things beneficial to Demons would harm humans.
Of course, there were also things beneficial to both.
As for which kind it was?
That depended on luck.
But Qin Ran did not see it that way.
Although the books contained no explicit records, given the special nature of the [Demon-Sealing Pot], there must have been exceptionally intelligent people over the years who had figured some things out.
It was simply that such knowledge was controlled by certain forces, beyond the reach of most people.
The simplest example was the [Demon-Sealing Pot]'s original owner: Ling.
The other party had valued this [Demon-Sealing Pot] so highly that relying on luck alone simply did not make sense.
Ling must have known something about the contents of the pot and been able to identify the item within; otherwise, Ling would not have clutched it so tightly even during battle.
Given Ling's identity as a Demon.
Qin Ran was extremely cautious.
Not only did he keep his distance, he held his breath and stared intently.
The unsealed [Demon-Sealing Pot] slowly dissolved into the air.
Yet the mist that emerged from the bottle neither spread nor dissipated.
It gathered into a single mass.
It looked like cotton candy, yet also like a cloud.
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