In the year 118 of the Star Dome Calendar, the portholes of the Honey Mist Gear suddenly became smeared with an oily sheen like aged master-stock. Chen Feng scraped at the glass with a wrench, and what came off looked precisely like honeyed pickled vegetables that had been cured for three hundred years. "Su Yuhan," he muttered, "why does this final fermentation cellar of the Pure-Essence Council smell exactly like the old earthenware jar passed down from my ancestors?"
"Captain! We're detecting ultra-strong acid-alkaline turbulence!" Su Yuhan's voice mixed with the bubbling sounds of a jar. "The acid liquid and alkaline powder in the cellar are clashing, creating... a honey-flavored tornado!"
Liu Ruyan suddenly pressed her face against the observation screen and instantly started coughing violently from the sour mist. "Good grief! The cellar walls are covered in gear-shaped mold spots, and they're even bubbling with waxberry honey!"
Chapter 224