Mantou whined happily, wagging her tail. Although she could also smell those two scents, as a dog, she didn't understand a word Li Huowang was saying.
At this moment, the Monk beside them spoke up. "Taoist, what does it mean if she smells of blood and rust? Is she a bad person or a good person?"
Li Huowang shook his head and looked up at the sky. Just then, a raindrop fell from above, landing right in his eye.
"Let's go, it's about to rain. Let's find an inn to stay in for now."
The rain started as a light drizzle but gradually grew heavier. By the time Li Huowang and the others walked into an inn, a torrential downpour was raging outside.
Shaking the rain from his clothes, Li Huowang called out to the empty room, "Waiter! We need rooms!"
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a young inn worker with a white towel draped over his shoulder lifted a curtain and walked out.
