However, at that moment, a smell of burning in the air caught Xiao Tian's attention...
Xiao Tian sniffed lightly twice, finding it strange why there would be such a burning smell here. He looked around, but apart from the perfectly repaired high walls, there was nothing else unusual.
This situation left Xiao Tian somewhat puzzled. That burning smell was indeed very faint, and if not for the Golden Flying Dragon happening to stop there, he might have missed this detail entirely.
But Xiao Tian understood that the more insignificant the details, the more they might play a decisive role!
Moreover, according to his usual style, he would rather grasp the wrong than let go of the details, determined to get to the root of the issue.
Squatting slowly on the spot, Xiao Tian finally discovered a small pile of burnt ashes at the corner of the wall not far from his feet. They were about the size of a little finger, and if a breeze blew past, they would immediately vanish from sight.
