"No, why does he have a familiar scent on him... this is impossible! But this scent... I've definitely encountered it somewhere!"
Fixating her gaze on Wang Junze, countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the woman in purple, but she still couldn't determine a definite answer.
To her, Wang Junze had no secrets; he was merely an ordinary member of the Human Race, only around twenty years old, which was far too brief in her long life to have any significant intersection.
The only explanation was that Wang Junze carried the inheritance of someone she once knew.
Yet... if that were true, she would have sensed it before now!
Under the Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation, Wang Junze had already reached his limits, making it impossible to hide anything.
Moreover, that trace of scent was not just familiar but carried with it an inexplicable fear, which seemed even more absurd.
