Chapter 410: The Human Race’s Sole God-Level Concocter
Shu Han stood nearby, waving.
Lin Moyu found it odd—Shu Han seemed to be waiting for him.
Every time he met her, it had always been in the Dungeon Hall or the library. She rarely sought him out directly.
Shu Han’s eyes curved into crescent moons, "Junior Lin, I need your help."
"Of course." Lin Moyu agreed without hesitation. Shu Han was one of his few friends—if she needed help, he would oblige.
She seemed to expect his answer and handed him a Teleportation Stone, "Come with me."
In a flash, they arrived outside a refined courtyard, even more exquisite than the White God Courtyard.
A peculiar medicinal scent lingered in the air—not a pleasant fragrance, but something fishy and pungent. Familiar.
Lin Moyu’s eyes sharpened. Putrid Corpse stench.
Though faint, he was certain.
Seeing his reaction, Shu Han smiled knowingly, "You’ve realized it, haven’t you?"
Lin Moyu nodded, "Why are there Putrid Corpses here?"