Since when was there a jar under the heavens that Meng Fuyao couldn't lift?
Meng Fuyao was angered. With a huff, she tugged forcefully. The jar was pulled towards her, but the contents inside the jar spilled onto her chest as well.
An intoxicating, rich, and sweet aroma filled the air, prolonging Meng Fuyao's anticipation and excitement.
A thought suddenly struck Meng Fuyao. Her instincts were telling her to kick the jar since her action of pulling was too vicious, and the entire eight-treasures rack had begun to sway. There were many bottles on it, and if they were to fall off, it would be an earth-shattering disaster. Hence, she quickly reached out with one hand to stabilize the rack and caught the falling bottles with the other. A leg also shot up close to her head as it caught a certain bottle, but the tip of her foot toppled the pepper bottle onto her nose…
