To be honest, Suming wasn't sure what the sudden burst of pink gas was. It's simple - he managed an animal zoo and company, not a gas chamber for torturing POWs, so he'd never seen real poison gas and had no idea what it looked like. It's not unusual to be ignorant in an area outside one's field of expertise.
But he and Su Meng had snuck in through the drainpipe by the cliff edge, already feeling somewhat guilty, like thieves. Just now, the pipe behind them suddenly closed, and the thick gas emerged. Instinctively, they assumed they'd been discovered by the castle's owner.
And this gas looked extraordinarily dreamy... The prettier things are, the more toxic they tend to be. This rule applies not only to plants and beauties but also to gases.
