Gu Xijiu could not understand bird language, so she asked the bird caregiver below the tree, "What is it trying to say?"
He bowed, "Lady, it said that there is only the scent of the tree; no human scent."
Gu Xijiu frowned while looking at the bird, "Could it be that its nose had malfunctioned?"
"Tweeter…" The bird stretched out its plumage, looking very angry.
"Seems like it is a malfunction." Gu Xijiu concluded, "That man was around those branches just now; he definitely would have left the scent. I can't smell it, and neither can this stupid bird. A hunting hound should be able to smell it. Butler Xiao, I think you should give me a hound."
"Tweeter!" The bird’s eyes had turned red, and it took off like a cyclone, with its wing almost scratching Gu Xijiu’s face.
It did not take the scent of the previous branches, instead, it flew to another thicker branch, circled around it, then flew back above Gu Xijiu and chirped around her.