"Where is this?"
An unidentifiable scent drifted around Mo Ling.
The Fragrance Bees in the flower patch had prepared many kinds of scents for the solidification ritual. Some smelled wonderful, while others didn't quite fit the definition of "fragrant."
The scent in this current scent zone was particularly unusual.
Mo Ling found it somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.
Stranger still, there wasn't a single newborn in this scent zone. They probably all disliked this odd aroma.
Mo Ling pondered for a moment, then followed the scent to the center of the zone. He finally remembered where it came from.
"The smell of rotting leaves."
The adult Fragrance Bees from the flower patch had often brought strange scents with them when they came to play with Mo Ling. This was one of them. While not particularly pungent, it had nothing to do with being "fragrant."
'Why would they prepare a scent like this?' Mo Ling was puzzled.
But after some careful thought, he understood...
