Black Mountain's booming voice dragged Li Tiezhu out of his thoughts of "going home."
He rubbed his reddened eyes and hurried out of the cabin after Si Chen.
Black Mountain stood at the bow, sniffing hard with his bear nose before tilting his head in puzzlement. "Smells nice, sure, but... kind of strange."
Li Tiezhu sniffed too, and his expression immediately became a spectacle... shock, realization, and a touch of the embarrassment peculiar to young men.
As a modern young man who had lived through the information explosion, he instantly understood what this smell was.
"Th-this is..."
That was right. It was the scent of rouge.
Rich and cloyingly sweet, it drifted on the wind, enveloping the entire city.
Si Chen looked out and saw an exceptionally prosperous city below, its towers and pavilions more vividly colored than those in other cities, its streets woven thick with pedestrians.
Their Mystic Boat hovered outside the city, drawing quite a few cultivators and ordinary people below to stop, look up, and point.
A Mystic Boat was not something low-level cultivators and ordinary people saw every day.
"Let's head down first." As Si Chen spoke, he guided the Mystic Boat slowly down to a secluded spot outside the city. Black Mountain and Red Wind exchanged a glance, then naturally assumed human form as well.
After putting the Mystic Boat into his Storage Ring, the group followed the main road toward the city gate.
Two cultivators stood guard at the gate, chatting idly. One happened to glance up and spot Si Chen. He froze, then his expression changed, and he hastily straightened before bowing respectfully.
"Greetings, Senior Si!"
Who in the Cultivation World these days did not recognize this fiend, ranked third on the Azure Profound Ranking? Especially now, with rumors spreading everywhere that