Zheng Qing stared at the small bottle in his hand, a little dazed.
This was the transformation potion that Professor Li Qihuang had just taken out of the cabinet for him.
The potion was contained in a transparent glass ampoule. Other than some standardized magical runes seals on the surface of the bottle, there was no other special containment device.
There was no alchemical casing for constant temperature and pressure, nor any intricately precise guiding device.
It was simply a tiny glass bottle, roughly an inch high and as thick as a finger.
The potion inside the bottle was aqua-colored, slightly viscous, bubbling steadily in the sunlight and rolling slowly, coalescing into a fine layer of foam.
It seemed as if it were still boiling, or rather, it seemed to be full of life's breath.
This seemed somewhat at odds with the properties of the ampoule bottle.
