The campfire cast flickering shadows on the cave walls, its warm, dry air mingling with the savory aroma of roasted tiger meat, the faint tang of blood, and an indescribable awkwardness.
"Your scent is on this."
Chu Zheng's explanation slipped out almost instinctively, his voice remarkably clear in the quiet cave.
The moment he said it, even he was taken aback.
An inexplicable sense of absurdity surged in his heart, this explanation… it was even stranger than Xue Qing's earlier words.
For a moment, he fell silent, saying no more. In the dead silence, he could even feel the veins on his forehead pulsing.
He had originally brought these two pieces of clothing, hoping that the Heavenly Divination Technique could be restarted, using it as a lead to track Xue Qing's whereabouts in the vast wilderness.
This was an unconscious act, but now it inevitably seemed somewhat peculiar.
Xue Qing's reaction was unexpected for Chu Zheng.
