"Look, someone's trying to get there first. Stop them!"
Just as Dong Yan's group of four rushed into the courtyard where Shen Yi was staying, a dozen or so people also rose into the air behind them and followed close on their heels.
Seeing this, Shen Yi gave a faint cold smile. With a flick of his hand seal, a fragrant scent instantly filled the entire courtyard, leaving everyone feeling lightheaded and euphoric. For a moment, they even forgot to attack.
"Careful, there's something wrong with this scent!"
Dong Yan truly deserved to be called a cultivator deeply versed in the Dao of flora. The instant he smelled the Soul-Capturing Incense, he sensed that something was amiss. It could cause hallucinations, and once trapped within them, it was difficult to awaken on one's own.
Unfortunately, his warning came too late. When he turned back, he saw that Xia Chang and the others were just like the people who had come to intercept them. Their faces were flushed red, their breathing ragged, as if some desire within them was stirring restlessly.
"What's wrong with them?"
Hong Ling found their condition exceedingly strange and was not entirely sure whether it was what she thought it was.
"Nothing much. They just saw some scenes unsuitable for children. I didn't expect their self-control to be so poor—they're already like this when it's only just begun." Shen Yi spoke casually, utterly failing to notice Hong Ling twisting the flesh at his waist.
"Pervert!"
Shen Yi's group used the moonlight to see everything outside with perfect clarity. Watching those people make fools of themselves, every one of them struggled to hold back their laughter.
Dong Yan was still clear-headed. He drew a Five-Colored Feather Fan from his sleeve, and a blue-green radiance instantly filled the courtyard.