"What a stench! What a stench!" The closer they got, the stronger the odor, prompting Tao Zhongxian to cover his nose and cry out.
This was not a simple smell of rot, but a mix of various strange and unbearable odors. The stench was not only foul but also toxic, and after a few breaths, Tao Zhongxian felt a sharp pain in his lungs.
Tao Boliang hurriedly took out a Treasure Pearl from his bosom. It emitted azure light, enveloping the entire small boat and isolating the foul smell outside.
Tao Zhongxian gasped for breath and asked the Yunshan Sect disciple navigating the small boat, "Senior Brother, why is it so stinky here?"
The disciple's face was heavy as he sighed and pointed to the far distant horizon, "This stench is nothing else but from our former sect grounds, Bichao Mountain."
The Tao Brothers were surprised by his words and looked afar.
