Liao Ning furrowed her brow. Seizing a moment when no one was looking, she discretely placed her pricked finger into her mouth, staunching the bleeding with her saliva. She couldn't be certain whether her blood had triggered the peculiar scent in the air.
The door of the airship swung open, and Zhou Ling headed out to negotiate with Mika.
"Hello there, what was that scent earlier? Did it have something to do with medicine?" Mika's eyes sparkled with curiosity.
He had been patrolling the island when he suddenly caught a faint whiff of medicinal fragrance in the air. And it wasn't just him; many people around him had also detected it.
Uncertain why they were heading toward the airship, Mika watched as the medicinal aroma dissipated. He wondered if these refugees might have some medicine in their possession.
