"If nothing unexpected happened, Elder Su, you probably wanted to ask about my fight with Han Feng."
Sun Buxiao offered Su Qian a cigarette.
"Uh, not just that."
Su Qian accepted the Pheobe King cigarette in bewilderment and held it in his hand... looking rather at a loss.
"This is how you use it... speaking of which, not just that? Was there something else you wanted to know?"
After lighting his cigarette with the seed of the myriad beast spirit flame, Sun Buxiao offered him the bowl.
"Oh... like this-cough, cough, cough-cough, cough-urgh!"
After lighting the cigarette, Su Qian imitated him and took a drag, then coughed so hard he looked as though he might die on the spot.
Su Qian hurriedly threw the cigarette away and stared at Sun Buxiao as though he were a lunatic.
"Wh-what on earth is this thing?!"
Why was he starting to feel that those rumors from the Chu Yun Empire might actually have some merit...?
"Uh, it's called Pheobe King. Maybe it just doesn't agree with you... let's get down to business."
With an awkward chuckle, Sun Buxiao put out his own cigarette, then grew serious.
"...All right, cough, cough!"
Su Qian caught his breath and finally felt a little better.
"What I wanted to know was, young friend Sun, just what do you think of the Black-Corner Region and our Jia Nan Academy?"
He crossed his legs and looked earnestly into Sun Buxiao's eyes.
"A Nine-Star Dou Ling, with reserves of Dou Qi that rival even a Dou Wang's, the woeful poison body, and the netherworld poison flame mentioned in the intelligence reports. On top of that, unless these old eyes deceived me, the bowl you just offered me held a seed of the myriad beast spirit flame, didn't it?"
"You have