A thousand miles outside Thousand Blades City.
Song Wen stood atop a barren mountain.
He and Ke Zheng had agreed to leave the city separately.
In addition, Ke Zheng needed to store away his soul lamp.
After waiting roughly a quarter of an hour, Ke Zheng's figure appeared on the distant horizon.
"Feng Xin, let's go." After landing beside Song Wen, Ke Zheng spoke.
Song Wen's nostrils twitched slightly.
He caught a strange fragrance on Ke Zheng's body. It was exceedingly faint; had he not already reached the Body Integration Realm, he likely would have found it difficult to detect.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, please lead the way." Song Wen made a gesture of invitation without exposing the matter of the strange fragrance.
"Let's take my flying ship. On the way, tell me about the Li Clan."
As Ke Zheng spoke, he summoned a small flying ship and stepped onto its deck.
Song Wen did not hesitate, flying over to land on the deck.
The flying ship instantly accelerated, speeding into the distance.
After half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Song Wen had roughly described the Li Clan's situation. Ke Zheng then said, "According to what you said, the Li Clan has only one early Spirit Transformation cultivator. This trip should be a sure thing."
"Fellow Daoist Ke, you must not be careless," Song Wen said. "The Li Clan has occupied Beacon Fire Market for many years, so they must have a clan-protecting grand formation. We still need to plan this carefully..."
Song Wen's voice abruptly cut off, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Ke, why is there a strange fragrance on you?"
The scent on Ke Zheng grew stronger and stronger, so strong that Song Wen could no longer pretend