When Nian Shutong emerged from the Insect Clan Battlefield, she saw her waiting students and teachers at the city gate. As for Lian Qing, he had come back with Nian Shutong.
"Professor Nian?"
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Nian Shutong had just opened her arms toward Professor Zhou, who hadn't yet spoken, when the passersby nearby definitely had something to say.
"What is that smell?"
"I don't know, it's really bad."
"Where's it coming from, is it me?"
"Surely not."
Several passersby persistently searched for the source of the stench, and for the first time, Nian Shutong felt slightly embarrassed and slipped away first.
"Professor Zhou, let's talk outside the city."
Nian Shutong quickly made her way toward another city gate with Professor Zhou recalling the smell they had just encountered and the stench that still lingered. Had she fallen into something?
In any case, as long as she was unharmed, that was all that mattered.
The stench could be endured and would pass with time.
