Shenlian Yingyue and her companions flew out of the area that was about to become the battlefield. They departed quietly, leaving behind only the faint yet captivating scent of florals and rare herbs lingering in the air.
Since they had lived for a long time in the Ethereal Small World, their bodies had been constantly bathed in the fragrances of flowers and herbs they cultivated everywhere throughout that realm. Their scents became so mesmerizing that even without applying any perfume, the floral and herbal aromas had already become their natural essence.
In the stark, unforgiving expanse of the desert, where flowers were scarce and life was sparse, the air carried only the dry, sun-baked scent of cracked earth and ancient stone. The desert smelled of sun-scorched sand, parched earth, and the faint woody tang of withered shrubs—a raw, clean scent embodying pure heat and emptiness.
