At the edge of the ancient and solemn arena, a faint scent of blood wafted in the wind. Ye Mingqiu inhaled a wisp of the arena's air, his expression subtly changing.
The smell in the air was very complex, a mixture of blood and various strange scents, including the smell of food, the scent of sweat, the mottled scent of rust, and hidden within it was a deeper mystery, the scent was quite bizarre, and Ye Mingqiu couldn't discern what it was.
"Hmm?"
Tang Ruobing looked at him and asked, "Did you smell something special?"
"Hmm."
"Hmm..."
Tang Ruobing also mimicked taking a careful sniff, then furrowed her brow slightly because she found that she seemed unable to smell anything at all. This was just a normal arena, at most mixed with a bit of blood scent, which was quite normal for an arena.
