Logan sat cross-legged on the bed, when he suddenly felt a breeze pass by, carrying an indescribable scent in the air that made him open his eyes. His thin lips parted slightly as he murmured to himself.
"The smell of foxes, it seems they've all come..."
Although he said this, there was not a hint of fear in his eyes.
He stood up, took his belongings, and walked straight out to open the door.
Outside, there stood a woman dressed in a white robe, with white hair as well, looking like a fairy, ethereal and otherworldly.
What was more surprising was the scent on her body, that unabashed scent, and the unabashed pressure that came with it.
Every aspect of her disclosed her origin and also her capabilities.
The woman stood there indifferently, yet she exuded a vigorous aura.
At the moment the woman appeared, Little Flower in the space felt uneasy.
"Owner, who is this woman, she seems very powerful; she makes me feel a bit insecure, perhaps I am no match for her."