"Well... After careful study yesterday, I realized that this incense is indeed quite special. It seems to be made from more materials than I had imagined, including some mineral powder, but as for specifically what it is, I can't tell immediately." Wu Sang sighed.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Ming, though he had anticipated it, still frowned slightly.
"Hehe, don't worry, young friend. My family has been making incense for generations. With my thirty years of experience, I'm confident that with a little effort in continued research, I'll be able to decipher its formula. Today, I'll start by teaching you the basic process of incense making. Of course, this also comes at a cost," Wu Sang said with a somewhat embarrassed smile as he rubbed his hands together, noticing the change in Yuan Ming's expression.
"Of course, a family's secret art is an intangible asset. How much will it cost?" Yuan Ming nodded.