Song Changsheng felt it was all a bit baffling, but his mind was completely preoccupied with Zhuang Yuechan's whereabouts. He had no time to dwell on such things, so he just gave a vague response and entered the room.
The room's furnishings were simple but exceptionally tidy. A faint, clean fragrance lingered in the air, bringing a sense of clarity to one's mind upon inhaling it.
'Clearing Spirit Incense. As expected of the Wanlong Commerce Association's Young Master. Truly wealthy and extravagant.'
A single stick of Clearing Spirit Incense sold for nearly ten thousand Spirit Stones on the market, and it only burned for about three days. Cultivators typically only used it during critical moments of seclusion and breakthroughs. Yet, Peng Siying used it as common incense. Her daily expenditure on this alone was no less than three thousand Spirit Stones. Comparisons were truly odious.
