Half an hour later, Zhao Zuo enthusiastically saw Xue Liang out.
The moment the courtyard gate closed, the smile on his face vanished. He was now certain that Xue Liang knew he had gone to the small-scale trade meet last night, and that he had traded with that grave robber, even suspecting that the Wang Family's inheritance was now in his possession.
'But the question is... last night I changed my inner clothes and Taoist Robe, altered my face, and used Cleaning Talismans several times to remove any scent. How on earth did he lock onto me?'
'I've already disposed of all the Pill Medicine I obtained, not even ash remains. Could there be some lingering scent?'
Zhao Zuo lowered his head and sniffed himself but couldn't detect any unusual odor.
The Wang Family had built its foundation on Alchemy, so their core inheritance must be a precious Pill Refining Inheritance. As an Alchemist himself, Xue Liang naturally couldn't resist the temptation of such a legacy.
