"You smelled the scent of the Immortal Pill again?"
Zhou Xuan asked.
Li Changxun nodded repeatedly and said, "The scent is rather strong; not only did I smell it, but look at Master Yun."
Zhou Xuan looked at Yun Ziliang and saw this old Daoist sniffing incessantly, just like Li Changxun.
"How come you all can smell it, but I can't?"
Zhou Xuan glanced around; apart from the mountain gate of the Mahayana Temple, there was only a path of blue stone bricks, and nothing else.
The scents he picked up were just the hibiscus aroma planted near the temple and the incense still burning beside the mountain gate's Buddha statues.
These scents were entirely normal; where was this so-called scent of the Immortal Pill?
"What exactly does this scent of the Immortal Pill you speak of smell like? There's some at the bun shop and here in the temple too. Could it be that you two are experiencing phantom smells?"
