"You don't burn; you just explode from the inside out in a glorious shower of red mist and steam! It is highly efficient and incredibly difficult to clean up!"
Ji'an stared at him.
'He is smiling,' her soul whispered, terrified.
'He is literally beaming with pride while describing a microwave-laser security system that boils people alive. He is a psychopath. I have signed a snack-contract with a walking war crime.'
"It would be a tragedy," Yan Zhaoge sighed dramatically, shaking his head, "if you were to accidentally step on the wrong grain of sand and vaporize before you could deliver my next batch of plum wine. I am simply protecting my investment."
Ji'an rubbed her temples. "Fine. Fine! You can ride with us. But you are not allowed to talk to my retinue. If you traumatize them any further today, they are going to unionize, and I don't have the paperwork for that."
***
Ji'an pulled her woven fan from her ring, infusing it with her Body Fusion Qi.
