Meng Fanxuan followed Tian Fu into the study and watched him open the door to a secret chamber.
The lights inside flickered on, and a heavy fragrance wafted out. However, she keenly detected the faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood mixed within it.
Meng Fanxuan furrowed her brow discreetly, her expression unchanging. She even asked Tian Fu what kind of incense he was burning.
"Just a common incense," Tian Fu said with a smile. "If you like it, Aunt, I'll have someone send some over to you another day."
Meng Fanxuan agreed and walked into the secret chamber with Tian Fu.
The deeper they went, the more sinister it felt. She forced herself not to look at Tian Fu, afraid he would see through her emotions.
'Even an incense this strong can't cover the smell of blood. Just how many people have died here?'
