Black King City
Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio
On the little jade island, Han Sen, Han Yan, and Bao'er were sitting at a table with four gourds of various sizes laid out across it. They were the four gourds Han Yan had collected from the holy vine.
The three of them had briefly examined the gourds, but they still didn't know how to get the holy air out of them.
"Bao'er, can't you make these things release their holy air?" Han Sen asked, glancing at Bao'er.
Bao'er shook her head. "I could if I was at the vine, but not right now."
"Does that mean retrieving them was pointless, then?" Han Sen felt depressed.
"Stop trying. Once the holy gourds are separated from the holy vine, the holy air inside of them solidifies. They won't release anything." Yun Changkong smiled as he walked over to them. Yun Suyi and Yun Sushang were following behind him.
"Greetings, brother," Han Yan said. She stood up and bowed to Yun Changkong.
"Greetings, auntie..." Yun Suyi and Yun Sushang bowed, as well.