"Mr. Changkong, Master Buqiu is here," Uncle Qian personally ushered Qin Liuxi into the house.
Yu Changkong stood in the center of the room, facing the direction of the herbal scent, and greeted Qin Liuxi with a cupped-hand salute, "Master."
Observing his precise sense of direction, Qin Liuxi remarked, "They say that when people lose their sight, their other senses become more acute. It seems not without basis. Mr. Changkong, your sense of positioning is quite accurate. Are you relying on your hearing?"
"And taste," replied Yu Changkong with an indifferent tone, "You carry a scent of medicine on you."
In fact, there was also a delicate fragrance typical of a woman, but with his impaired vision, he dared not speculate further.
Qin Liuxi sniffed at himself and joked, "Fortunately, it's the scent of medicine. If it were something else, it might have caused Mr. Changkong to laugh at me."
