Kapitel 271: A Simple Bowl Of Peach

A rotting cologne filled with Mildew, wet wood, yeast, and several other strange smells bombarded everyone's nostrils the moment Cang Ingard smiled. 

Blugh!~

A build of fluid struggled to force its way up through their throats and out their mouths if not for their self-control to five it back. 

The corners of their eyes tinged with salty tears threatening to fall off. 

If their bodies could speak, it would say: Since you don't want to like, then I'll see it out through your eyes!

As grown men who haven't cried in heaven knows how long, the moldy acid smell tingles their eyes like onions. 

They couldn't help being a little hateful here. 

Why was this magical wall permitting the stench to reach them but refusing for them to get closer? 

In truth, the formation would only permit scent and sound to pass through.