Qi Huan was extremely keen on blood's smell. Because his position as the crown prince has always been put in danger, he had to stay careful all the time. There were a lot of assassins aiming to take his life. As time passed, he became extremely sensitive to that metallic scent. Even if it was a distance away, he was able to smell them.
'Ye Jiao must have started moving.'
The stench grew darker and murkier as time passed. By looking at the direction where it started, he could guess that Ye Jiao must have begun her massacre. Qi Huan stayed calm as killing intent began to emanate from deep within his eyes. He was as calm as he could be when he summoned out his sword.
"Hey, why are you…?"
Slash! Slash!
