He took a step closer, towering over her.
"I have smoked this specific blend of imported southern-leaf for three centuries. It is my only vice. It is the only thing that keeps the eternal boredom of immortality at bay."
He looked her dead in the eyes, his expression turning incredibly, terrifyingly serious.
"But I have spent the last forty-eight hours observing the Azure Dragon Sect. I have watched your Vanguard Retinue. I have watched them consume your cooking. I have watched that insufferable, alcoholic master of yours brag in letters about the transcendent, life-altering quality of your meals."
Yan Zhaoge raised his hand.
He didn't put the pipe back in his mouth. He held it out, away from his body.
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned one of the tiny, condensed marbles of purple Tribulation Lightning he had just stolen from the Heavens. He casually, effortlessly crushed the marble against the bowl of the pipe.
FZZZT.
