"Ghost Wall?"
Mu Yunji smiled. When she was young and still in the sect, she had heard some senior disciples talk about this sinister technique. She had never encountered it despite cultivating for so many years, yet after joining the more scientific Celestial Group, she had actually run into it.
"You have an interesting way of pronouncing your words, little one. Which civilization's language is that?"
Without warning, Sarkis's incredibly bloated body suddenly appeared beside Mu Yunji, almost pressed against her. His swollen, corpulent body gave off a powerful stench of sweat, making Mu Yunji frown slightly.
"Are all Naga as disgusting as you?"
Sarkis froze. Normally, when he suddenly appeared beside someone like this, they would at least be shocked and wary, if not frightened into panic. Why did this woman look as though she didn't care at all?
Didn't she know that if I hadn't spoken just now and had instead chosen to fling my hammer at her head, her brains would probably be splattered all over the ground?
"That doesn't seem right." Mu Yunji gently covered her nose with one hand, her face full of disgust. "There are Naga players at the base too, and they all basically smell fragrant. Is it a matter of species?"
Sarkis's expression instantly twisted!
He hated people making an issue of his body odor!
The Naga were a variant of the Elves, and moreover, a variant of the High Elves. They were the darlings of the ocean, exceedingly noble beings. Under normal circumstances, how could they possibly reek of rotten fish?
In fact, most Naga smelled better even when defecating than ambergris from a sperm whale. There was no way an ordinary Naga could develop the disgusting stench typical of common sea clans.
But Sarkis was different. He was a mutant.