But in truth, heaven have mercy... even Tang Xiang could barely withstand that fragrance whenever he caught a whiff of it.
Each time he smelled it, every cell in his body seemed to grow ravenous, as though it wanted to devour everything in sight.
If he had not mastered the urge through sheer willpower, he would have headed for Jinghong Temple time and again.
He reported the matter, but his superiors did not seem surprised. They even sent over complete sets of protective gear. Whenever his men went on duty, they wrapped themselves up tight.
Even then, the fragrance seeped through every crack. Whenever it appeared, it still tempted them beyond measure.
Worse, no one knew when it would come. Just now, in the middle of the night, someone had smelled it in his sleep and wandered toward Jinghong Temple in a daze, like a sleepwalker...
This bizarre situation was driving Tang Xiang nearly mad. If it went on, never mind carrying out the mission—he feared he would end up sleepwalking into Jinghong Temple himself!
This mission mattered far too much to him for him to take it lightly. If he completed it successfully, he could spare himself twenty years of struggle.
So he did not dare let down his guard. Though most of the camp had gone to sleep, he remained awake, watching the surveillance screens and making his rounds to prevent another incident...
Then, without warning, a row of seven or eight screens in the command room seemed to suffer interference. Their images blurred.
Tang Xiang started. By now, he knew full well that the person he had been sent to protect was no ordinary man. And if enemies came for him, they would be no ordinary people either.
The slightest anomaly might not be an accident. It