C430 The high lord's throne chapter xiii the martial law of the entire city

The golden light in Changtao's hands dispersed, and his hands followed suit as a small pile of four colored powder instantly appeared on the stone table. Although Changtao had activated his sense of smell, he was still able to see the four colored powder, and knew that the fragrance was right. He quickly took out four empty porcelain bottles that he had prepared beforehand