Nangong was standing on the platform of a countryside train station as a light breeze was blowing in his face. He took a deep breath and thought the air smelled like dried dirt. A hint of happiness could be seen on his elegant features, though they weren’t altogether handsome. "Can’t you feel it? There’s certain smell lingering in the air."
His look gave Hao Ren the creeps as he felt that Nangong could be a time bomb: This demon hunter is really keen. He could sense the chill coming from the castle the moment he got off the train.
"I can’t smell anything." Vivian sniffed. "And the Yorkford Castle is still quite far from here, isn’t it?"
"‘Their’ scent can spread across a long distance," Nangong replied as his fixed his messy hair, looking rather happy. "As a demon hunter, I excel in catching their scent. Of course you can’t detect it. It takes lots of practice. Alright, craps aside, we really need to find a place to rest as the sun is already setting."
