Rolling down the car window, a blast of wind from high above hits her face...
In such circumstances, can he truly exhibit that incredibly miraculous Divine Skill: Smell Tracking?
Chang Ye had some doubts.
She took a deep breath and almost choked.
She must admit, specialization does matter.
At least, she could never sense any unusual odor in the air.
But Lin Xiaosu seemed to have latched onto some clue, and their car flew rapidly forward.
Chang Ye stared at his face, which was eerily calm.
His eyes, indifferent.
His expression hardly seemed reflective of a highly dangerous mission, but rather like he was taking a girl out for a joyride.
A strange feeling started to arise in Chang Ye's heart.
It wasn't like she hadn't teamed up with people from Qianlong before; any mission she personally embarked on was extremely perilous, with everyone intensely on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.
