There were subtle, elusive breaths hidden all around, with at least dozens of people nearby.
Ethan Smith concealed his own breath, looked at Clare Richardson, and said, "Wait for me here, don't go anywhere until I come back."
Clare Richardson stubbornly said, "I want to go with you!"
No, it's a very dangerous thing, you can't follow." Ethan Smith frowned.
Clare Richardson said, "I am a Military Marquis now, I am not afraid of danger."
Ethan Smith saw that he couldn't persuade Clare Richardson and could only take her downstairs with him.
After going downstairs, the sharp-eyed man with the mustache quickly detected something was off.
He sniffed and then looked around, his fingers constantly moving around in the air.
"The Ten-thousand-year-old Medicinal Materials have emerged?" The man with the mustache frowned.
Ethan Smith asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
"Professional instinct." The man with the mustache said.
