In the hotel, Long Fei and Chu Feng returned, Lin Yingying and the others had already woken up.
She pulled Long Fei over and sniffed him carefully, expressing her satisfaction, "Not bad, there's no scent."
Long Fei laughed, "If I took a bath, wouldn't your sniffing be for nothing?"
Lin Yingying confidently said, "This kind of scent can't be washed away by bathing. If you don't believe me, you can try."
"Then let's forget about it!"
Long Fei gave a dry laugh and asked her to get ready to leave.
At Yellowstone Park, a conflux of events had unfolded over these two days.
Daoist Huoyuan sat in the cave, his face etched with worries. The Fire Spirit Fruits were on the verge of maturation, and as a hundred years ago, it had attracted various forces to covet them.
He had already felt several powerful presences near the cave dwelling.
