"Achoo!"
Yang Zhen, who had been strolling comfortably, suddenly sneezed and muttered to himself, "Damn it, can Practitioners catch a cold, too?"
Feng Lingqiao covered her mouth to hide a smile and looked oddly at Yang Zhen, "Yang, you jester. How can our kind of Practitioners get a cold? Is there a peculiar scent in the air here?"
Yang Zhen paused and rubbed his tingling nose, "Oh, I see. Let's find out!"
As he spoke, Yang Zhen closed his eyes with a determined look. To Feng Lingqiao's amazement, a burst of Spirit Soul energy exploded from him. Like a raging fire, the Golden Lotus Heavenly Fire permeated through his body making the surrounding air twist with heat.
"Hmm?"
After sensing for a moment, Yang Zhen wondered aloud, "Just as I thought. There is a sour stench in the air. It seems to be coming from the north. No doubt something lies in our northern quarter; let's go investigate!"
