Tang Ye's gaze fixed on a building with a collapsed wall to his front left, a peculiar expression on his face. It wasn't that he sensed something strange in the building; he merely smelled the scent of living people.
However, for reasons unknown to him, he found the building somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Putting that aside for the moment, his perception of living beings was very vague right now. He couldn't determine exactly how many people there were, but he was certain that there were not many inside the building—possibly just two, or even one.
