“What?” Qin Ye wondered, “What did you discover?”

Gu Qing didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he blinked several times as he sniffed the air in bewilderment, before suddenly turning to Qin Ye in astonishment, “My lord… do you smell anything?”

Qin Ye nodded, “It’s the smell of red maple. It’s probably one of the few sources of scenery in Hell right now.”

“No!” Gu Qing frowned, “This fragrance… I’ve smelt it before… and quite often at that… Where exactly was it…”

He walked over to the tree stump and touched its surface, and then he actually lay his entire body on the stump and took a deep breath.

“Fetish?” Arthis exclaimed.

“No…” Qin Ye blinked several times, and then turned to Arthis abruptly, “These trees… do you know what species they are?”

“What kind of species of trees can Hell possibly have?” Arthis furrowed her brows, “It’s the same one everywhere. Didn’t you mention earlier that it was the red maple?”

“No. It’s not the red maple…” Gu Qing stared at the tree stumps everywhere, and then glanced at the endless red leaves just a little bit further away, and his voice grew somewhat dry and hoarse, “Oh dear heavens. This might… very possibly be… the fragrant rosewood trees, or fragrant rosewood for short. That’s incredible…”

Fragrant rosewood?

I’ve never heard of it… Qin Ye pouted. What the hell is that? I can tell from its name that it’s hardly valuable at all. To think that I had hoped for a moment it was the Southsea Huanghuali…

Gu Qing turned around and trembled with great excitement, “Mr Qin, if this is truly the Southsea Huanghuali, the entire forest...