Fang Zhou gathered his thoughts and began, "Instructor Xinyan, we have an old saying in the Longxia Federation: a journey of one hundred miles is only half-complete at the ninety-mile mark. Even though our previous experiments proved that converting the bottle's patterns into practical skills is as hard as reaching for the heavens, why not keep this black Magic Bottle in the lab? You could analyze it at your leisure whenever you have free time."
He gently took Instructor Su Xinyan's delicate hand, his expression full of sincerity. "Instructor Xinyan," he continued, "for a talented Undead Mage like you who reached the Golden Tier at such a young age, now is the perfect time to be open-minded and absorb all you can. For my sake, for your sake, and for all Undead Mages… please, you must see this through."
