Di Yunliang blew out clouds of smoke. As a Martial Artist, his breath was long and sustained, and he finished the cigarette in just a few drags.
"This shitty place has nothing but junk. These ninety-a-pack 'Auspicious Clouds' have no kick at all, just a mouthful of oily smoke."
Di Yunliang pursed his lips and pulled an exquisitely crafted sandalwood box from the inner pocket of his overcoat. The box had an antique, simple design. It was entirely black, with two domineering, golden words on it.
[Black Emperor]
These were cigarettes made exclusively for Martial Artists—a high-end product from Shenjing.
The cigarette case was finely made. He twisted the emerald-green jade knob and opened it.
Cheng YuanYu craned his neck to get a look. Inside the case, resting on a sky-blue velvet lining, were cigarettes as black as ink jade, each held in place by a silver clasp.
He counted them. There were eight left.
