The soaring music vanished in an instant.
As though it had never existed.
But everyone had heard that sound.
They all looked toward the sky.
No one knew what had happened.
And the instigator of all this-or rather, its owner-was now staring in a slight daze at the bottle of Potion before him, which radiated a mysterious luster.
"Does making a Potion cause this much of a commotion?"
Monrojina had the same question he did.
"No... this is the first time... could it be the ingredients? No... I've used ingredients even more precious than those. This shouldn't happen, unless..."
Monrojina stood up and looked past Lisette, who was blocking her, toward Ye Qiyan.
"Was it that drop of your blood? Brother Ye, you... really are human, right?"
"Through and through."
Blood?
No...
Ye Qiyan knew very well that there was nothing special about his blood.
Then what had caused this Potion to change so much?
He actually knew very well.
Spirit.
A single point of spirit.
Just like the single point of spirit he had infused when creating Lisette.
The Potion floating in the air drifted toward him little by little.
Ye Qiyan reached out and touched it with a fingertip.
The system's appraisal Light Screen appeared at that moment.
[Potion·Ø] [Exclusive to: Ye Qiyan] [After consumption] [Maximum spirit increased by: 40 points] [Spirit recovery rate: increased by 100%] [When Talent is used on anything, it will ascend in a direction better suited to you-] [Under the influence of a certain special Talent, this Potion has changed. Its potential has been exhausted.] [Note: It belongs to you!] [Note 2: The moment you drink the Potion, you will incur the hostility of those who call themselves gods. But you were already their enemy, weren't you?]
The Potion landed in