The intense, pungent stench, like a corpse that had been rotting in a sewer for months,
instantly assaulted the senses of Gao Yimin and Dai Ju, pulling them back to their terrifying memories of their time above the Demon Cave.
They had smelled that unique stench of death many times above the Demon Cave, and each time it brought with it an unspeakable sense of dread and despair.
Now, as the stench washed over them again, their hearts seized.
The door was pushed open slowly, and a cold draft swept into the room, carrying with it that nauseating odor.
A figure, at once familiar and yet strange, walked in.
At the sight of him, Gao Yimin and Dai Ju's pupils contracted sharply.
"It's you, Xiao Cangqing?"
The two exclaimed almost simultaneously, their voices filled with utter shock.
Xiao Cangqing, dressed in a tailored casual suit, sat down elegantly on the sofa and crossed his legs, resuming his usual air of arrogant superiority.
