"What's wrong?"
Fangsheng gripped his Knight Sword and said in a low, heavy voice, "I smell the scent of fresh blood! It's right here inside the church."
Hearing this, Lewan froze. Her delicate nose twitched, but she smelled nothing. She looked at Fangsheng with a gaze of utter disbelief, yet out of trust for him, she did not challenge his claim.
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