Ding Xihua's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as he thought to himself.
Ever since he ascended to the position of Sect Leader, he meticulously explored every inch of Dragon Mountain to patrol his territory.
Thus, he was intimately familiar with everything on the mountain. He could even distinguish all the scents of the flowers and grasses.
At this moment, however, the unfamiliar fragrance immediately aroused some dissatisfaction in the heart of the Iron Sword Sect Master.
This was because it made him feel that something unfamiliar and not under his control had intruded into his territory.
He hated the feeling of not being in control.
Nevertheless, Ding Xihua still did not open his eyes.
It was just a whiff of floral fragrance that came from the gap in the door. Once the wind had passed, the scent would naturally disappear.
As for the unfamiliar fragrance, he could walk to the back mountain later, find the flower, and naturally become familiar with it and have it under his control.
