Qing Ling also stopped here, seemingly trying to peer through the white mist to see the outside.
But enveloped in the fairy mist, her vision was obstructed, unable to penetrate the auspicious cloud mist.
Then Qing Ling shook her head slightly, "Not necessarily!"
While speaking, her throat moved slightly as she swallowed the saliva in her mouth.
She then continued, "This meat fragrance seems to be that of roasted meat, which is very strange to find here."
Upon hearing this, Ba Tuo's expression froze, as if something had occurred to him.
The next moment.
He moved swiftly, speeding forward in an instant.
Qing Ling quickly followed closely behind.
...
On the other side.
Jiang Yuan looked at the oil-sizzling whole roast lamb in front of him, saliva continuously secreting from his mouth.
Under these circumstances, Ye Chanxi also couldn't calm her mind to concentrate on refining the Clear Lotus Seed of Yao Pond within her.