"Not saw it, but smelled it," Ye Yuan pointed to his nose and said.
"But the Mist Yuan Water is odorless. How did you smell it?" Nanfeng Zhirou asked in amazement.
"The Mist Yuan Water is odorless, but when mixed into medicinal pills, it would give off a faint sort of special fragrance," Ye Yuan said.
"But you're so far away from there! Do you have a dog's nose?" Nanfeng Zhirou was flabbergasted.
Ye Yuan rolled his eyes and was similarly speechless. Couldn't you make a better comparison?
"This is an ability that has been repeatedly tempered out. Heh heh," Ye Yuan said with a smile.
Ye Yuan's sensitivity towards medicinal pills was etched deeply into the divine soul after repeated tempering.
Virtually every type of medicinal herb; he was able to sensitively detect it.
Rather than say it was the smell, it should be that it was his divine soul's instinctive reaction.
