A stick of sandalwood incense was burning in the private parlor, sending up wisps of smoke that filled the air with a refreshing, intimate fragrance. It was hard to tell whether the scent came from the incense or from the beauty herself.
Han Mo took a deep breath, inhaling the sandalwood mixed with the woman's delicate perfume into his nostrils. He wore a look of mild enjoyment, then smiled and said:
"Lady Xiufang, or should I perhaps address you as the Saintess of the Oblivion Sacred Land?"
Chapter 24