As they prepared soup for everyone in the castle, Liao Ning and the others toiled until late into the night before retiring to their quarters. To be precise, it was only Liao Ning and Zhou Ling who were engrossed in their tasks, while Loya contentedly enjoyed an assortment of fruits nearby. Sami, on the other hand, had been dozing off due to feeling unwell.
Just as they were about to exit the kitchen, Sami abruptly seized Liao Ning by the arm. "Have we crossed paths before? Why do you carry the scent of blood?"
Her grip landed near the very spot where Liao Ning had suffered an injury, tempting her to instinctively reach for her arm. However, she restrained herself.
Liao Ning still wore an apprehensive expression as she answered softly, "Perhaps you've encountered it on Planet Empire? It's not uncommon for one to acquire a faintly unusual odor after handling a multitude of ingredients. Are you feeling alright?"
