Fang Xing felt as though he'd just bought a counterfeit and was extremely angry.
He'd noticed from the very beginning that the bedroom was filled with a sweet scent, and although he initially thought it was nothing more than ordinary incense, he soon realized the scent within had the ability to enchant a cultivator. The amount was very minimal, however—only people like him who'd studied something like the Script of Revered Sense would be able to detect it, and even then only very slightly.
He'd had his healthy share of hiding beneath the beds of the Chulai Brothel back when he was living in the ordinary realm, and although he hadn't known what was going on and had simply been mischievously trying to prank his sex demon of a fourth uncle, he'd still smelled this scent before—it was meant to increase sexual arousal. For that reason, he'd thought it being here was normal and hadn't paid it much mind.
