The jade bottle stood quietly upon the desk, its three vertical streaks faintly glowing. Wisps of white qi were diffusing into pale halos. Li Zhouwei glanced at it, his heart stirring slightly as he slowly stepped forward.0

Yet with just that single step, the jade bottle trembled lightly. The white qi seemed to be provoked as it surged toward the bottle's mouth. In an instant, it transformed into a twisting, continuous strand of white light that slowly rose, then darted forward like a streaking comet!0

Li Zhouwei's pupils dilated slightly. He almost leaped back on instinct, but forcibly restrained himself and held his ground as it slammed into him.0

Everything within his Shenyang Mansion churned violently. The divine ability mana on both sides receded like a falling tide. A speck of white light emerged from within, flickering faintly as if drawn by something. It swiftly passed down his Twelve...0