Even if they were too far away from each other, Meng Chao could not detect the scent of the tracking powder, so it did not matter much.
It was because the ingredients used to create the tracking powder were all natural ingredients that would naturally degrade after a period of time.
If one did not know the formula beforehand, no one would have discovered that the bodies of these temple thieves had been tampered with.
"Let's go," Meng Chao said to Ice Storm.
"It's time to leave Black-corner City."
"Wait."
Ice Storm's eyes were fixed on a spot not far away. A raging flame was soaring into the sky like a towering pillar. "That appears to be... Casanova's aura!"
"Is that so?"
Meng Chao raised his eyebrows high.
A strong light blossomed in his eyes.
Thanks to Casanova's "care," he had soaked in the viscous, rotten, and bloody sewage of the Blood Skull Arena's underground black prison for ten days and ten nights.
