"This seems to be of enormous help to my cultivation."
Demonic Path cultivators had never shunned blood and flesh. The instant he caught that scent, he felt a stirring hunger for flesh and blood in his heart.
Or rather, it was the craving emitted by some of the aberrated flesh organs within his body.
This man was named Cao Zhengde, a cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect of the Demonic Path!
Feeling the desire within his body, he rose slightly and temporarily set aside his work.
He swiftly left the underground cave where he had been staying and silently approached the northern border.
Naturally, he did not dare pass through the border directly. He could only take a long detour, crossing over steep mountain ranges.
Using an evasion technique, he flickered like a phantom. In just two days, he had arrived at White Mist City.
Upon arriving in White Mist City, he immediately cast a spell to search for fellow sect members and began sensing them.
Before long, he sensed his target and flew away through the night like a ghost.
After a short while, he swiftly arrived where his target was.
It was a moderately wealthy residence, its study still lit by a burning lamp.
It was already deep in the night. With a flicker, Cao Zhengde slipped inside.
He arrived outside the study, spell-light glimmering in his eyes. At a glance, he saw Zhong Feilong writing something at his desk.
Standing outside the door, he drew in a deep breath through his nose. A scent he could never forget lingered in his mind.
"That's the smell!"
Greed filled his eyes, and he involuntarily swallowed hard.
His entire body trembled faintly. A yearning from the depths of his heart made him shudder.
Exhaling a breath of foul air, longing