Zi Kun wore a baffled expression as well. He swept his Divine Sense over every spot the three of them were staring at again and again, yet found nothing unusual at all.
"Have they been sealed by Master?"
"Nonsense. The aura flowing through each of them is smooth as can be!"
"Master Kun, though your cultivation has soared greatly, you are still far behind Master. How could you possibly see through his methods?"
As they spoke, Qianji took several steps toward Aini. He felt that this woman was at least somewhat cleaner, and the smell on her was much fainter.
As a woman, Aini naturally loved cleanliness. It was just that in ordinary times, it was either life or death, and she had no time at all to tend to herself.
During this period inside the Spirit Storage Pouch, she washed her hair whenever she had the chance. By now, her delicate features had long been revealed.
Yet years of battle had left her skin somewhat dark, and her figure exceedingly thin, without the graceful curves a woman ought to have.
Though she had long used the "Rainfall Art" to cleanse herself, she had only this one set of spirit artifact-grade clothing on her.
Years of warfare had caused this garment to lose most of its spiritual energy. It could no longer return to its original state and carried an aged smell of blood.
Qianji stretched out a hand and waved it before Aini's eyes. He wanted to see whether these people had been subjected to some spell.
Suddenly, he felt a bone-chilling killing intent sweep toward him.
Without any warning, Aini raised her hand, her five fingers viciously clawing for his throat as spiritual power surged wildly from her body.
At the same time, Aisan suddenly produced a long