By now, Mo Ling was no longer as naive and clueless as he had been at the beginning.
This world of scents was a dangerous place; the Grass and Wood Fragrance had reminded him of that more than once.
Harmless scents were everywhere, but dangerous ones were also plentiful. They either hid themselves amongst other scents or gathered into enormous clouds of fragrance that one could stumble into if not careful.
But Mo Ling no longer wanted to stay swaddled and protected. This wasn't an act of petulance; rather, he felt he ought to face this world alone and personally experience the scents he had never before encountered.
"If you want to go out, hold on to me. If you don't, then shrink back."
The leader had given Mo Ling a choice, and after a moment of internal conflict, the Grass and Wood Fragrance also chose to let go.
Mo Ling didn't hesitate, latching on to the fruity scent and slowly drifting out from the protection of the Grass and Wood Fragrance.
