C200 In the End

When the old man heard Ye Yuning's words, a trace of an unknown emotion flashed across his eyes. He picked up the ink that Ye Yuning had refined before and placed it in his hand to smell it. The emotions in his heart rose and fell even more violently.

The old man had smelled this kind of spice before. He had smelled it from Wen Qingyun. At that time