C338 A Flying Stone

Tang Wan'er stared intently at the string of prayer beads, playing with them in her hand and occasionally sniffing the lingering scent of sandalwood. It dawned on her that she had been investigating the wrong target all along.

That day in the bamboo grove, she had caught a whiff of sandalwood, which led her to focus on the monks who frequently burned incense at the Great Thunder Sound Temple