Late at night at the perimeter of the camp;
Lu Qingyun was picking spirit herbs as he wandered around with Qian Jingjing.
Qian Jingjing chuckled softly, "I know that Brother Qingyun must be up to no good. Indeed I'm right."
Lu Qingyun laughed softly.
All of a sudden Lu Qingyun had raised his nose to sniff the air, "This is…"
Qian Jingjing: ???
"Jingjing, go back to the camp first. I have sniffed something. If I'm not wrong then this is the blooming of the Demonic Flower of Death. This is exactly what I have wanted!" Lu Qingyun said excitingly to her.
Qian Jingjing said unhappily, "Why is it that I can't sniff anything? Don't tell me that Brother Qingyun is just packing me off because you don't like Jingjing to accompany you?"