The air was thick with the pungent smell of burning wood. As the firewood burned, wisps of dense smoke billowed out, wrapping around Fangsheng and Arvin.
However, this thick smoke did not trouble them much.
Enveloped by the rising smoke, Arvin took a slight breath, drawing the acrid haze into his lungs. Soon, his weather-beaten face was flushed with a deep red.
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