In the blink of an eye, the sky gradually darkened. Ling Chen, who was full from eating and drinking, leaned against the wall, his gaze occasionally sweeping toward the cave entrance. He had been waiting for several hours now, but still, there was no sign of He Zhishen's return, and he wondered where the other had gone. Could he have moved to another place? Ling Chen thought to himself that if that were the case, his trip would be in vain. As he pondered this, Ling Chen yawned, stood up, and walked to the wooden table, gazing with curiosity at the bottles and jars placed on it. He clearly remembered that the last time he came, he hadn't seen these things.
Picking up one of the bottles, Ling Chen unscrewed the cap and sniffed it, a pungent odor immediately wafting toward his nose. He hurriedly covered his nostrils and moved the bottle away, the smell was too foul, akin to a rotten stench, enough to make one nauseous.
