Qiao Zirong had actually noticed something wrong with his body as soon as he woke. After examining himself internally, he discovered that he, too, had been drugged. The drug weakened a cultivator's spiritual power and left the body frail, but fortunately, it had done him no lasting harm.
Nearly another hour passed before someone finally discovered the servant lying on the ground. The newcomer twitched her nose and sniffed. Had they not hidden quickly enough, they would almost have been bumped into by that servant.
"Strange. Why is there a human scent here?" The newcomer nudged the servant lying on the ground, and the servant slowly came around.
As soon as she regained consciousness, she began searching everywhere.
"Are you all right?" the woman who had just arrived asked, looking at the servant with concern.
But the servant merely asked, "Have you seen a human woman dressed in white?"
The newcomer's eyes lit up. "A human? No wonder there's a human scent here. Has Swallowing Heaven sent us more food?"
The servant remained expressionless. Without so much as a word of thanks, she hurried toward the largest shell house.
The woman gave a soft snort. "How arrogant."
Qiao Zirong was alarmed. Just what was this place, and who were these people? Why did they refer to him and Mo Qi as humans? They could even sniff out their scent. Could those two women be something other than human?
Gradually, he noticed more and more people arriving.
He heard another villager say, "Strange. The scent is clearly strongest here, so why is there nothing? Why don't we ask the village chief to come take a look?"
The mention of the village chief reminded Qiao Zirong of that tall, terrifying man. These villagers had no cultivation and could not sense anyone here,