Hallucinogenic mist

An hour later, in the forest, CharmingPrince sat on the grass, gritting his teeth, wiping away tears with his sleeve constantly.

"It's too much! It's really too much! I'm going to kill those bastards! I'll mince them!"

The surrounding disciples of the Order of the Wandering Oracles were in utter shock.

In their memory, Elder CharmingPrince was always a stern and cruel individual. They had never seen him in such a distraught state.

"Elder, what happened?" One of the worried disciples asked.

CharmingPrince, with bloodshot eyes, bit his lip and glared at him, "Tell me, do I really look that ugly?"

The disciple scratched his head in confusion and replied, "Elder, why do you say that?"

CharmingPrince gritted his teeth, "Those bastards laughed at my face for a whole half hour! If they weren't so numerous, I would have killed them on the spot! Do I really look that hideous?"