"Speaking of this bottle, no, it should be called a soul bottle. To speak of this soul bottle, it all started with a friend I knew, about three days ago..."
Wan Delu sat on the sofa, was silent for a good while, organized his thoughts, and calmed his emotions before he began to talk about the origins of that special bottle.
Yang Jian sat calmly on the side, listening.
But he soon thought of something, waved his hand, and said, "Wait a minute, I almost forgot something."
Wan Delu was startled and looked at him.
At this moment, Yang Jian's ghost eye eerily opened and swept over the entire presidential suite. When his ghost eye closed, a pile of various electronic components had appeared on the coffee table in front of him.
