Oh?
What the hell was this Tan Fa up to? The thick scent of blood made Qiao Mu wrinkle her brows.
Qiao Mu stroked the snow leopard's large head to placate it. Afterwards, she bent down to pick up the now-shrunken snow leopard, and she strode over slowly.
From the outside, the cave looked extremely morbid.
Upon walking inside, she saw three to four lamps dimly lighting both sides of the wall.
The cave was mostly empty. There was a small campfire burning in the corner, on top of which a small pot of boiling water was hanging from a tripod. A bundle of chopped branches was placed next to it.
Qiao Mu's gaze shifted to the center of the cave.
There was a large ash brown urn placed there, and it seemed like that was the source of the repugnant smell of blood.
Qiao Mu walked unhurriedly to the large urn; however, the closer she got, the more intense the scent of blood got. It smelled disgusting.
