Along the way, no matter how much Su Bai tried to evade, the pursuers always managed to catch up.
"Just like dogs, these people," Su Bai muttered angrily after quickly dealing with the last of his pursuers.
Yan Wanqing quickly realized the crux of the problem from his words.
"Do your clothes smell of anything unusual?" she asked.
She carried nothing with her, and the clothes she wore had been stripped from a soldier.
Sniffing his clothes, Su Bai replied, "The stench of sweat and a faint... the scent of gardenias."
She sniffed again. "How strange, the soldier even used incense."
"It's not incense. It's Xiao Pingfeng's unique scent," he explained, his body always having a faint gardenia smell. "It's a special fragrance concocted for tracking."
It was the tracking scent of the eighteenth level of hell.
Yan Wanqing gave a bitter smile. "True to his style, not a single detail overlooked."
