The strange smoke continued to thicken, curling through the sealed room and slowly carrying a faint sweetness beneath the residual tang of spiritual energy.
At first, neither of them paid it much attention.
The formation was still discharging residual beams, and Li Feng's body remained the only shield between Meng Wan and the last of the hidden blades.
Yet the longer the mist lingered, the more its presence began to press against their senses.
Li Feng was the first to notice the pleasant smell and frown.
With his experience as a master alchemist, he recognized it instantly.
'Aphrodisiac…?'
He felt it first as a slow heat blooming low in his abdomen, then spreading outward in steady waves that made even the shallow cuts across his chest and shoulders throb with a sharper awareness.
His breathing deepened.
The Starfield still held against the last traces of spiritual energy, but it could do nothing about the vapor already coating his lungs and skin.
