The Guardian of the Moon Moth Phoenix

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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The wind started blowing from behind them. It was not as refreshing as Mo Fan assumed to be. He came to a stop and looked behind him.

For some reason, despite the incredible size of the Giant Purple Sacred Linden, it was impossible to see the tree after reaching a certain distance away. Mo Fan could no longer see it from his current distance...

"What is it?" Zhao Manyan asked.

"I have picked up the smell of blood on the wind," Mo Fan said. He was particularly sensitive toward the scent after being a Hunter for a long time, even though the scent was extremely faint after the wind had carried it a long distance away.

"Maybe we aren't far enough," Mr. Gao said.

"No, it's the smell of fresh blood," Mo Fan said confidently.