It was night.
After spending a night in intimate communion with Yun Yun, Xiao Yan returned to the Gray Fog Space.
In a few days, he would head up Misty Cloud Mountain to keep his appointment.
If the timing was right, perhaps he could put on an alternate identity and join the Soul Hall himself, becoming an undercover agent who stirred up trouble and whipped everyone into a frenzy.
He wondered whether going in as Tang Sanzang and reciting the Rebirth Mantra could deliver all those fellows to the afterlife. If not, he would have to give them a physical deliverance with a Fire Lotus.
It would also be a good opportunity to clean house for Yao Lao. Xiao Yan felt Mu Gu and Han Feng had pretty much reached the end of their lives.
But that would have to wait for an opportunity later. The situation changed in the blink of an eye, and Xiao Yan had no idea whether he could pull it off.
Shaking his head, he stopped dwelling on it. Just as Xiao Yan was about to emerge from the mist, he sensed something different from his previous visits.
He twitched his nose. His sense of smell felt exceptionally sharp now, and thanks to his cultivation sessions with Medusa and Yun Yun over the past two days, he had picked up a little of the art of identifying women by their scent.
He dropped by every few days, but it had been a long time since he had seen anyone new.
This time, however, he could smell that newcomer scent even from far away.
But why did that scent feel so strange? It seemed a little less than human.
Frowning slightly, Xiao Yan felt something was off about these auras.
Before this, his selves from different