Fifty-fold dilution. The pig demon had a complexion like clay, and did not want to say anything.
She thought for a moment and proceeded with a seventy-fold dilution. Perhaps this step was a bit too large; the pig demon sniffed and eventually nodded: "Not bad, I can smell the fragrance, but it's still too strong, it would be better if it were lighter; I feel dizzy smelling it now."
Alright, one hundred-fold dilution! Changtian had already ordered the pig demon to run to a few other levels to breathe some fresh air, and only then did he come back to evaluate the fragrance.
This time, an enthralled look finally appeared on the old pig's face: "Delightful, truly delightful, this is the perfect scent!"
