Stopping for a moment in thought, Rat took out a snuff bottle, placed it at the tip of his nose, and sniffed.
The pungent, musty smell filled his mind.
Rat endured the pain in his forehead, and at the same time, his nose grew a bit larger, his sense of smell becoming more acute.
Amidst it all, he caught a faint yet pure scent of ink from a person.
It was Mo Hua's fragrance.
This ink fragrance was elegant yet rich, mesmerizing, unlike anything he had smelled on other cultivators before.
Because it was unique, it was also easy to recognize.
"Little rascal, let's see where you run to..."
Rat crouched down, placing his rough hands on the ground, assuming a strange posture, channeling his Golden Core Power, spiritual power circulating around him, surrounded by yellow sand, and then with a whistle, he charged forward suddenly.
The ink scent guided the way ahead.
