In the past, Hu Zhile, who always relied on her extraordinary sense of smell to navigate through challenges, was now completely at a loss.
She could identify all sorts of scents, even distinguishing the smell of damp soil when stones fell into the valley, but among the thousands of smells, she couldn't detect the familiar scent of the Venerable Family.
"Do you think the Venerable Family could have... already left Wo Hu Mountain?" She trusted her judgment; if it's not there, it's not there, unless the Venerable Family is using a powerful magical treasure to conceal their scent beyond her capabilities, otherwise she would definitely sniff them out!
Wan Mingchuan was anxiously hopping from foot to foot, "We're all here, why would Master leave first? It's not like he's avoiding..."
He stopped mid-sentence, lowered his voice and tugged on Bai Yunqi, "Brother Long, when that monster approached the peach tree, it was eerie. I really couldn't see clearly; did he pick the peaches?"
