Aor Shanzhuo, upon learning that he could not recreate the black mist, seemed to be completely engulfed by shadows, dim and discolored.
Khuntela wanted to offer a few words of comfort but couldn't bring himself to say anything... After all, he hadn't tasted the polluted Azure Noble Wine; who knew what it tasted like? Even if it was really delicious, the thought of the consequence being the spread of a foul-smelling black mist made Khuntela instantly lose interest.
Unable to empathize, unable to understand, and unable to comfort.
However, the initiator of all this—Angel, because of his renewed culinary confidence, found Aor Shanzhuo much more agreeable. Seeing him saddened by his inability to drink the "self-mixed" fine wine, he thoughtfully came up with an idea after a moment's deep reflection.
