The thatched cottage was dilapidated, its roof thatched sparsely, with several large gaps exposing the interior as if it could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
The air was filled with a pungent medicinal odor, mixed with an unknown rotting stench that was truly nauseating. A grim and eerie atmosphere enveloped the entire valley, sending chills down one's spine. Even someone as bold and modern as Ye Shuli could not help feeling a chill down her back.
"This alchemist has a truly... unique taste," Jiang Ye pinched his nose, wearing an expression of utter disgust.
Chapter 112