"Was the sandalwood fragrance meant to mask some scent emanating from the old man?"
Tian Hua met the old man's gaze. He sensed a wave of corpse qi coming from the man's body. Having inherited the legacy of the strongest zombie ancestor of the current era—Zombie Jiang Chen—Tian Hua stood at the pinnacle of zombies, the most perfect supreme zombie.
Yet before this old man with thinning hair and scattered corpse spots across his body, Tian Hua's highest-grade zombie body felt an utterly overwhelming suppression from the same origin. The old man exerted an instinctive suppression over him, an absolute suppression in terms of rank.
The corpse scent Tian Hua smelled from the old man differed from both his own and the zombies he had seen in the Corpse Realm. It was purer, more primordial, even more noble. Not even the first-generation zombie, Zombie Jiang Chen, possessed such primordial corpse qi.
Tian Hua was certain that this nameless old man stood several levels above Zombie Jiang Chen.
"Please, sit."
Two cups of tea sat on the sandalwood table. Following the old man's gesture, Tian Hua sat in the rattan chair opposite him. The murky tea leaves before him gave off a fragrance Tian Hua found hard to resist. Though his body could endlessly extract energy from the void, he still required food.
Unable to resist the temptation, Tian Hua drained the tea in one gulp. The tea contained corpse qi and yin qi, and their fusion replenished his body with an immense amount of origin energy. The hunger he had accumulated during ten years of drifting through the void was completely satisfied at that moment.
Looking at the brown tea leaves floating in the murky water, they seemed to have been made from withered leaves fallen from the enormous locust