It was as if a layer of sticky rice paper had been forcefully torn apart, and only then did the fragrance trapped beneath burst forth.
He'd thought the Black Beast Tattoo on his chest would abstain this time, but he'd underestimated it; after the third sudden inhalation, the explosion of aroma instantly awakened the tattoo's appetite.
Then, a cluster of soul differing from all before was sucked out from the floating book in midair.
Weren't all souls supposed to be dark green? Why is this one golden, and why is it so small—only the size of a walnut—yet so dense?
This mouthful made Shen Hao acutely aware of a stark contrast with the souls he'd consumed in the past.
It was like... the difference between cheap rice wine and Wuliangye—hard to explain but unmistakable to the senses.
This golden soul is extraordinary!
Even after inhaling it, Shen Hao sensed that the Black Beast Tattoo on his chest paused for a moment, as if savoring a long-lost comfort.
