high moutains, flowing water

This close and sweaty from their exertion, he still could not smell Zhou Zishu’s pheromones. The absence did not provide breathing room, it left Wen Kexing hungering for more, with Zhou Zishu he would like to wage war on every front possible. Common etiquettes stated that unleashing pheromones in a fight was rude, but there was no rule in life-and-death battles, and what would they be if not dancing on the edges?(In which the nails dampened Zhou Zishu's pheromones)