"Hmph, Fellow Daoist Qin, do you really think this lord was the one who collected the Hundred Condensing Fragrance from those seven grooves?"
Hearing Qin Fengming's words, He Lu's expression darkened, and he could not help speaking harshly.
"Of those seven empty grooves, six still retain traces of the Hundred Condensing Fragrance. Anyone can tell that the fragrance stored inside them must have been collected by someone not long ago. Do you really think this Qin cannot even distinguish something so obvious?"
Facing He Lu's furious words, Qin Fengming remained unmoved. He stared straight into the other man's eyes and spoke in a deep voice.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, do not be hasty. I will vouch with my honor that my second brother absolutely did not collect the Hundred Condensing Fragrance from those seven grooves. Back then, we had already determined that after a hundred and fifty thousand years of condensation, there should certainly be fifteen drops of Hundred Condensing Fragrance here.
"From the situation before us, there should be no mistake about that. But why are only nine drops left now? Even I cannot make sense of it for the moment. However, I am certain that one of the seven drops in these grooves was collected by an ancestor of my race back then. The remaining six must have disappeared only in recent years—of that, there can be no doubt."
Looking at the scene before him, He Jie of the Devil Race furrowed his brows sharply as he pondered. Then he spoke in a deep voice.
"Could some powerful Demon Beast have been here and swallowed those six drops of Hundred Condensing Fragrance?"
A sharp glint flickered in his eyes. Qin Fengming fell into thought, then suddenly spoke. As his voice rang out, his divine sense rapidly swept through the