Chapter 2285

Fane nodded faintly; he had no intention to argue with them. As he turned around to leave the discord, an air of fragrance wafted into his nose. The honey-sweet scent washed over him like a bed of blossoming flowers, and Fane paused dumbfoundedly. Ever since he stepped into the blood world, everything within his peripheral vision was traumatic and desolate. He had not smelled the scent of grass and wood, let alone the sweet aroma of flowers. The skeleton-bare trees and decaying stalks he encountered had been dead for God knew how many years. Its rotten and dreadful smell was always present. Where did the sweet scent come from? Fane turned his head around once again, facing the three men. The men seemed to have smelled the aroma as well, their faces scrunched up together, sensing how odd the sudden shift of air was. The aroma became increasingly strong, and a sudden gust of wind blew their wispy long sideburns as it danced in the air. "Did y—you guys smell that?" stuttered Samson w