The forest was home to countless strange species, so Mo Ling didn't dare jump to conclusions. He simply remained in a crevice in the rock face, continuing to sniff the distant air.
The sweltering summer seemed to have opened up new pathways for scents. From the very first day he caught that scorched smell, Mo Ling smelled it wafting from the distance every single day that followed.
Mo Ling found this very strange.
'Don't those birds ever run out? Huge numbers of them are self-combusting every day, but their population never seems to decrease.'
A scorched scent on this scale couldn't be produced by just one or two birds. It was as if this species could never be fully burned away. Mo Ling grew more and more curious about what, exactly, was happening so far away.
However, just as Mo Ling was carefully probing the distant scents, an unexpected visitor found him.
It was the same elegant floral scent that had spoken with the Grass and Wood Fragrance in the very beginning...
