Rui stared at the Whisperer with a serious gaze as she inhaled deeply from a smoking pipe. Her eyes were red while her expression was a little dazed and lost. The air reeked of the odor of a lit weed, tingling at his senses as he frowned, experiencing a mild haze over his senses for just the briefest moments.
"…What the hell are you smoking? It's affecting even my constitution, and I have a Martial Body."
The Whisperer smirked at him with a hint of amusement. "Have you never tried it, Your Highness? I never expected the most powerful Martial Artist of the Panama Continent to be such a goodie-good. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised given our earlier meeting."
Rui waved the air before him, using a breathing technique to dispel the air through the ventilation systems underground quickly, purifying the air before studying the therianthrope elven hybrid with a displeased expression.
"If you're high, then I'm coming back another time."
