The night before, the Eagle units had found three envelopes on the captured fragrant master - this was one of them. All three envelopes had a different scent. That fragrant master was quite stubborn; he did not talk no matter how hard they interrogated him. But of course, in such a short amount of time, even if he confessed, Gu Yun would not necessarily believe him.

Among the three envelopes, the only one that Gu Yun could explain the source of was this one.

According to legend, a rotten emperor from one of the previous dynasties believed in demonic arts; he had ordered men to create a kind of fragrance that could help him ascend to the higher realm. It was named 'Yuhuang' - cold and unclear, graceful and luxurious.

The former emperor once secretly saved a little for himself. He decided to use it one year on a whim; its scent truly was different from the incense commonly used in the palace.

The former emperor told him that although it smelled pleasant, this fragrance was also known as the 'death of a country'. Secretly using a small bit in private was alright, but if the ministers found out, they would make a huge ruckus; thus, this matter must be kept hidden at all cost.

After many years, Gu Yun's impression of this 'death of a country' scent still remained.

Chang Geng had just tensed up a bit, yet Gu Yun had immediately noticed it; without waiting for him to write on his palm, he began to speculate how likely it was to be able to deceive those people by throwing this envelope out.

Gu Yun calculated for a while and thought to himself: "To pick one in three, the percentage is still quite high. If it doesn't succeed, then the earth can hinder an incoming flood, soldiers can hinder incoming swords."

Fortunately, he was the only one who held this 'success percentage'; the others were forced to calm down as they could only see an unquestionable certainty on his face.

The middle-aged man's expression shifted. He took the envelope and sniffed it back and forth several times, his face unpredictable.

Chang Geng thought: "Do we still have to use force?"

Gu Yun patted his tensed up hand.

The middle-aged man looked up at Gu Yun. His attitude had become a lot more earnest compared to before. He said: "My name is Di Song, I am the chief of these merchant ships. Might I ask where the Master is from and where your destination is?"

This is slang, Chang Geng wrote it down clearly in Gu Yun's palm.

Gu Yun opened his mouth for the first time and said: "Came from the ground, going to Hao Li."

The middle-aged man named Di Song seemed to be taken aback; he hesitated for a moment, his voice weakened slightly: "Then... then I've troubled the master. Please, this way."