After a string of events, Jiu Yan's identity had finally been filled out for the most part. Surely no one would think to connect him with Lu Dun. Whether it was the Eastern Branch of the Demonic Sect or Zhao Ziyue's side, neither was worth worrying about. Besides, even Shadow Ghost and Tie Lan were no longer by his side, and with the Wumeng Cicada Molt covering him, all his original aura had been sealed away. No matter how capable Lu Suhua was, she could forget about finding him again.
He was certain that he was safe.
Yet how could the complexities of the human heart be satisfied by something as simple and utilitarian as "safety"?
He rose and switched to another room. A muddled mix of scents rushed into his nostrils, making him cough despite himself. He had no choice but to use a technique to gather the smoke and vent it out through the air passage. The utensils in the room were arranged quite neatly, but that did nothing to improve his chances of success.
When he had told Gu Zhi earlier that he was not skilled at blending incense, he had not been being modest. It had been a genuine sigh from the heart.
Sea Rain Incense, Purple Orchid Fruit, Su Powder, Ice Eggplant Flower, Jade Wuo Dew... Whether precious or commonplace, the incense ingredients and medicinal herbs had been sorted into categories. A portion of each had been used, while the finished products lay in the wastebasket by his feet. They looked like scorched grains of rice—without question, failed works depressing enough to sap one's spirit.
Blending incense was simply too difficult!
Yu Ci had created the identity of Jiu Yan partly to sever himself from Lu Dun, who had caused trouble everywhere in the past,