Qian Tong carried his knife and bow, while Hu Daoist held his banner. Together, they headed toward the inner house within the fortress.
As they walked, a fragrant scent wafted through the air. Anyone who caught a whiff of it, whether guards, maids, birds, or livestock, collapsed helplessly to the ground, unable to move, merely watching as the two strode confidently through halls and rooms.
This scent was effortless to deal with ordinary people, but for those with resilient bones and deep Inner Qi, it wasn't as effective. They still had to confront such individuals personally.
Besides, if Zhang Zhan wasn't dead before his eyes, Qian Tong wouldn't be at ease.
