It was an exceedingly faint fragrance, barely there, mingling with the damp scent of decaying leaves and the fresh aroma of plants and trees.
The scent was identical to the Spirit-Nurturing Flower from before—gentle, mellow, and carrying a refreshing coolness that permeated the soul.
'Could it be a Spirit-Nurturing Flower?'
Fang Han suppressed the surging anticipation in his heart and executed the Wind God Step. His body transformed into a faint cyan streak of light, silently flitting toward the fragrance's source.
The further he went, the clearer the fragrance became.
It was no longer barely there, but had coalesced into a warm, refreshing current. Inhaling it seemed to make the Inner Qi in his body circulate a little faster.
The fragrance grew clearer, and ever more familiar to Fang Han. The Spirit-Nurturing Flower from yesterday had smelled just like this.
After passing through a dense thicket of thorns, the terrain ahead suddenly dipped, forming a natural depression.
