Ji'an's Five-Grain Constitution flared, enhancing her senses. Beneath the smell of crushed pine and disturbed earth, she caught a fleeting, incredibly subtle scent.
Sweet, cloying, and metallic.
Beast-Luring Incense.
Ji'an snapped her head to the side, looking directly at Mo Wuchen.
The assassin was currently leaning against Tang Bo, looking the picture of pale terror.
But as Ji'an looked at him, she noticed the faintest trace of a pale, pinkish powder dusted on the hem of his willow-green robes.
He had dragged the hem through the brush deliberately, painting a glowing, scented target right onto their squad.
'This absolute psychopath!' Ji'an's inner voice screamed. 'He lured a boss-level monster to us to see how we'd react! He's trying to test my cultivation base!'
The turtle roared again, raising a massive, tree-trunk-sized leg and stomping the ground.
A shockwave of earth Qi rushed toward them, uprooting ferns and sending a wave of dirt flying into the air.
