The man in green, Mu Linfeng, had a nose hundreds, even thousands, of times more sensitive than an ordinary person's. Although the fragrance from the Spirit Elixir had quickly dissipated, he had already locked onto its source.
Mu Linfeng flew for more than two hundred li. Looking into the distance, he saw a youth covered in blood sitting cross-legged atop a huge boulder. The youth's eyes were closed as if he was in the middle of Cultivation.
Mu Linfeng glanced over from afar and suddenly slowed his flight. He stared at the blood-soaked youth, his face turning pale. 'This person's aura is terrifying. He seems like someone who has slain countless experts.
'The faint scent of a Spirit Elixir lingers on him. Could he be the one who took it out just now? Strange. How could a character like this appear anywhere around here? It's best if I don't provoke such a terrifying person…'
