Feng Jun couldn't be bothered to explain to the Daoist on watch. Pressing a hand against the windowsill, he vaulted out and vanished soundlessly into the rainy night.
Less than a minute later, he returned and spoke in a low voice. "That person's scent is gone... Tsk, the rain was still a little too heavy."
By the window, though the eaves were only around ten centimeters wide, they were enough to preserve some traces of scent for a short while.
But out in the rain, every scent would quickly be washed away.
The Daoist on watch did not want to believe him, but Feng Jun had moved with astonishing speed when leaving, and returned just as lightly and silently. Most importantly—there was not a single drop of water on him.
So the Daoist had no choice but to believe him. He asked softly, "Can you describe that person's scent?"
"That can't be described." Feng Jun shook his head. Everyone's scent was different, and the subtle similarities and differences truly could not be put into words.
He could only explain as best he could. "That person's scent was heavy, carrying the stale, murky odor unique to the elderly... To put it simply, a young person might not have bad breath after waking up without brushing their teeth, but an old person definitely would, and it would be especially strong."
As for how he could tell the other party was an ordinary person, that was simple as well. "There was no trace of Incense Faith wherever he passed... If he were a cultivator from the Buddhist School or Daoist Order, even if there wasn't much, there would always be a little."
Monks and Daoists burned incense every day. Even after bathing and changing clothes, the scent of Incense Faith on them could