"Finally got it done!"
Chen Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, pleased with how he'd arranged the several pendants in his hand. Though the process hadn't taken much time, it was more exhausting than fighting someone for three hundred rounds.
He stealthily walked out of the woods and back into the house. Before he could catch his breath, Chen Feng's nose twitched as he detected a faint scent of sandalwood in the air, reminiscent of the smell emanating from antique furniture.
"No good! Little Qi..." The old nun from earlier that night immediately came to Chen Feng's mind.
He knew there was no Buddhist altar in Lin Xinru's house, nobody made offerings or burnt incense, nor were there any sandalwood furniture pieces. So where could the scent have come from? Only from those who burnt incense and worshipped Buddha regularly, could such a scent linger. Could it be that the old nun had the audacity to secretly abduct Lin Xiaoqi?
