The inside of the room wasn’t entirely dark; there was dim, yellow light all around. No one was in there, and there was no horrifying sight to behold, either. Yan Xiaohan walked a few steps inside. Then, his nose flared as he suddenly caught whiff of an unusual fragrance, which had come out of gods-knew-where.

He paused for a second, immediately after which an indescribable sense of joy rose all the way to the crown of his head, the rush instantly making him dizzy, unstable on his feet. The aroma subsequently shot out stronger. As if a ladle of warm oil had been poured onto a fire, the blaze exploded outwards, and heat rose into the air. All of the blood inside him was boiling over, several wisps of veins creeping into his eyes in a split second. A circle of raging flames roasted in his?dantian, broiling all of his meridians. His coat was instantly drenched in cold sweat.