Mu Yuan, looking resigned, stood up with Ling Yan and bid farewell to Shulan.
The two left Shulan's greenhouse. As soon as they were about three meters away, a strong foul odor suddenly assailed their noses, quickly overwhelming their senses.
Ling Yan pulled Mu Yuan, who was covering his mouth and dry-heaving, and sprinted down the path outside the greenhouse.
Once they were out of the range of the foul-smelling flowers' "attack," Mu Yuan coughed, patting his chest and gasping for air.
"Oh my goodness, this smell is just too much! If I smelled it any longer, I think I'd lose the ability to move."
Ling Yan had a higher tolerance than Mu Yuan. He released Mu Yuan's hand and, in the moonlight, saw the tears welling in Mu Yuan's eyes and his reddened face from the fumes. Ling Yan looked away.
"Mei, was this Fallen Star Array mentioned in the original text?"
