Huai Shi was momentarily stunned, then sniffed the hand-rolled cigarette, which didn't even have a filter. It seemed to contain some spices, and it smelled refreshingly clear and sharp.
"Metallic reinforced shell, incense nourishes the Soul," Raven said calmly. "You'll get used to it, but be careful not to use it to get high when it's not necessary. Addiction can cause a lot of trouble.
"Apart from a very few kinds of Thousand-Year Incense, most incense works by stimulating the Source Substance to achieve a stimulating effect—like an upgraded version of Red Bull and cigarettes. Overuse makes it very easy to turn into an idiot."
Huai Shi nodded without saying anything more.
Moments later, he watched the Source of fire dissipate from his fingertips and twisted his neck. "Let's go again."
Then darkness struck.
Soon, he opened his eyes again and sighed. "Continue."
Raven nodded.
