After taking care of the men from the Yin Yang Palace, the group headed deeper into the island in search of a fortuitous encounter.

  “Hey!” While sitting on Halcyon’s back, Little Seven who was leaning on Han Miao Shuang, suddenly sat up and looked towards the direction of the water.

  “What’s up?” Han Miao Shuang asked her.

  “I seem to have smelled something. Mm, it’s a familiar smell, but I can’t remember what it is.” Little Seven said.

  “You’ve smelled many smells..