Yuan Ming held the Black Incense and, after scanning it with his Divine Sense, still found no spiritual power fluctuations. Just like his many previous studies, there seemed to be no spiritual materials within. Nevertheless, given the vast variety of things in the world, how could he be certain?
He carefully recalled every detail from the two previous times he experienced incense possession.
Thus, Yuan Ming sat in silence, not eating or drinking, utterly obsessed.
One day, two days, three days.
Suddenly, there came a knock on the door.
Yuan Ming, dragging his exhausted body, got up to open the door. Wu Sang walked in, happily saying, "This time, I can confirm one of the materials again, it's very close to Pine Wood Powder."
"Similar to Pine Wood Powder? I see, Mr. Wu Sang, you have worked hard," Yuan nodded and replied, his expression not betraying any joy.
In the hundreds of previous attempts, he had already added Pine Wood Powder.
