"You're that swindler from the streets?"
Wang Hao blurted out.
"What swindler from the streets? Who are you talking about?"
The young man was not pleased to hear this and began shouting at Wang Hao, pointing at his nose.
"Don't spout nonsense here, I'm a genuine descendant from The Church, He Peng at your service. I possess true skills, not some swindler!"
As He Peng spoke earnestly, Wang Hao couldn't help but grin wryly.
"What did you make Shen Shiyi smell?"
At this point, Wang Hao couldn't care less about He Peng's nonsensical babbling and instead focused on the bottle in his hand.
"This is a divine medicine from The Church, which I'm not going to tell you about!"
He Peng, like someone guarding against a thief, quickly tucked the bottle away.
However, Wang Hao had already faintly smelled a peculiar odor in the air. The smell was foul and strange, but he couldn't quite identify what was odd about it.
