In front of everyone, Su Mei took a fist-sized bottle out of her private dimensional space bag.
Thanks to the cruelty and exploitation of war, dimensional space bags were no longer rare objects. Almost everyone in the Eaglet Troop had one.
However, the bottle in Su Mei's hand was not made of ordinary material, apparent from its quality alone.
The faintly glowing, crystal-like texture hinted at a high-value type of emerald.
When she carefully uncorked the bottle, those with sensitive noses immediately caught a scent akin to aged wine. Just a hint of aroma caused their body tingling with anticipation.
"What is this…"
"It must be a very precious Heavenly and Earthly Material that can even stimulate our instincts!"
Zhuang Wenyao and Huo Xin secretly gasped.
Up to now, no one could guess in which direction the Pink Ostrich would evolve.
