Ye Chenfeng was once again surprised; it turns out he sniffed it out.
Indeed, he's quite a formidable character.
Uncle Yun, standing by, explained to Ye Chenfeng, "Young master Chenfeng, this old friend of your father was once the most skilled forensic expert in the Six Fan Sect, specializing in handling peculiar and significant cases without ever failing..."
Ye Chenfeng nodded in understanding, "I see."
Inwardly, Ye Chenfeng mocked: The ancient figures of the Six Fan Sect are indeed impressive.
Upon entering the room, a more humid atmosphere hit, and the room was pitch-black, exuding a somewhat eerie and terrifying feeling.
As if the resident was a mystical old witch.
Ye Chenfeng glanced around, seeing the walls covered with various ancient dissection and autopsy tools.
His gaze fell on Ye Jianguo's old friend, who looked like a vagabond from outside, hair disheveled, utterly decadent.
Yet such an image matched Ye Chenfeng's mental picture of a high-ranking individual.
