"The smell of this Golden Elixir..."
Zeng Anmin looked at the golden pill in Guan Qingliu's hand.
His brow lifted slightly.
As a martial artist with Fourth Rank Combat Power, his sense of smell was far keener than an ordinary person's.
Faintly, he could tell that the pill in Guan Qingliu's hand smelled different from the trace of delicate fragrance he had caught earlier.
"What?"
Guan Qingliu had actually been somewhat impatient even before Zeng Anmin came in.
Hearing that Zeng Anmin was still concerned with the pill in his hand, his brow lifted slightly. He raised the pill and extended it toward Zeng Anmin.
"Would Commander Zeng like a taste as well?"
As he offered the pill over, its scent became clearer still.
Zeng Anmin narrowed his eyes slightly.
The scent of this pill was different from the delicate fragrance he had smelled just now.
Somewhat surprised, he glanced at Guan Qingliu before him.
He gently reached out and pushed away Guan Qingliu's offered hand, then smiled.
"I never expected Young Master Guan to be such a master of alchemy as well."
"Trifling tricks, hardly worthy of such praise from Commander Zeng." Guan Qingliu shrugged indifferently.
"Since there is nothing else here..."
Zeng Anmin cast Dongfang Sheng a calm glance. "Recall the team. Return to the ships."
"Yes." Dongfang Sheng immediately issued the order.
More than a dozen small boats from the Imperial City Department followed the river and gathered back toward the disaster relief fleet.
"Xuanlun Mountain Villa."
Standing on the small boat, Zeng Anmin gazed into the distance and murmured the name.
"Dongfang, what is the background of this Xuanlun Mountain Villa? How could it make you so wary, like a rat afraid of breaking a vase?"
Dongfang Sheng, following behind Zeng Anmin, had a flicker