Mo Ling once again found himself immersed in the novel scents from the outside world.
He carefully sniffed the fluctuations in these scents, painting a series of pictures in his mind.
'Gushing water vapor, dangerous poison fruit, and... some kind of creature that's on fire?'
'Why are those creatures burning?'
'Is this related to the war the Grass and Wood Fragrance spoke of?'
'But why can't I smell any blood?'
The night wind was gradually picking up, and the range of scents Mo Ling could perceive grew wider and wider. The burnt smell he sensed also grew stronger.
The acrid odor shrouded the forest canopy. Some of it even rushed into the stream, mixing with the scent of water vapor...
Chaotic. Utterly chaotic.
The smell of roasting flesh drifted into Mo Ling's perception.
This was a dangerous piece of information. It indicated that creatures in the distant forest were suffering an inescapable immolation.
'But... there's no smell of burning wood...'
