"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." Xu Sanshi was instantly choked by the thick smoke and kept coughing.
He Caitou snorted and said, "You guys really made me say it. We agreed no laughing, you broke your promise."
The others had just managed to restrain their laughter, each clutching their stomach in pain from so much laughing. Particularly Ma Xiaotao, who initially thought He Caitou was cursing her, but who could have known that was actually his soul curse.
"Tell me, Caitou, what class does your Martial Soul belong to?" Ma Xiaotao asked with amusement in her face, and couldn't help but burst out laughing again after she asked.
He Caitou looked aggrieved and answered in an annoyed tone, "And you're a senior at the Inner Court. Don't you even know this? Only we food-class martial souls would have a soul curse. I'm a food-class Soul Master."