There were still papers on the desk that Wei Ren hadn't had time to sort through. They were about the Agricultural School Nine Streams Technique, as well as records and conjectures concerning the breath soil.
Gu Gan's expression remained impassive as he swept his gaze over them.
The Word Spirit lingered on a piece of clothing. It was the Word Spirit he had summoned to search for the Futuo Tower Fragments.
Gu Gan picked up the garment and examined it, frowning. The fragment wasn't on it, but Wei Ren had very likely worn it recently while coming into contact with the Futuo Tower Fragments.
Whoever had obtained the fragment had to be in the academy.
With a dark expression, Gu Gan put down the clothes and continued searching the room.
Unfortunately, he found nothing useful.
There were even fewer clues in Wei Ren's room than Gu Gan had expected. Though reluctant, he couldn't stay long. He was just about to leave when he stopped in his tracks.
At the doorway, Gu Gan abruptly turned around, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room.
He had just caught a scent—a delicate floral fragrance that had swept past his nose like silk. Most importantly, it seemed familiar.
As he recalled the fragrance, an image surfaced in his mind: the carefully tended medicinal flower in the pot by the window in his dormitory's common room.
Its many overlapping petals were blue as velvet, and when dotted with dewdrops, they looked strikingly vivid.
It was the medicinal flower Ji Meng had cultivated, called Wuxiang Ling.
There was only one in the entire Xuangu Continent.
But why would the fragrance of Wuxiang Ling be here?
Gu Gan stood in the doorway, lost in thought.
He summoned a Word Spirit again, this time to find the source