Translator: Pika

  Zu An’s nose filled with the scent of a familiar fragrance. It was at that moment, he knew he’d fucked up.

  If he could recognize her through her smell, there was no way she would fail to recognize him, since he only had on some Plum Blossom Sect attire as a disguise.

  However, he was just a step too slow. His acupoints had already been sealed by the other party, and he couldn’t move a muscle.

  Plum Blossom Four was alarmed. He got to his feet in a..