The moon hung high above the willow trees.
Shen Lang, Shu Lan, and the others walked along the mountain path in silence. The atmosphere was a little gloomy.
No one knew what had happened after Shen Lang left earlier. They all felt something was off, but it didn't seem right to ask.
Just then, someone in a pavilion up ahead on the path waved down at them. "Shen Lang? Is that Junior Brother Shen Lang down there?"
"I think that's Senior Brother Fang Hongfeng!" Shu Lan said hurriedly.
"Mm, it's him," Shen Lang said with a nod.
The five of them quickened their pace. Just as they reached the pavilion, a gust of wind carried an incredibly foul stench toward them, hitting them so hard it sent them scattering.
"BLECH!"
All five of them spun around at once and began to dry-heave.
"Senior Brother Fang, what in the world is in that pavilion? The smell nearly killed us..."
Kou Xiaotian said miserably, covering his face with his sleeve.
"You... you... you... you..."
