Meng had cleaned up well, her outfit had been swapped out for a new one without any wrinkles and was no longer falling off her frame, the barrels had been returned to her storage ring to be dealt with later and Meng's face no longer carried the flush of alcohol. Finally, her stomach had returned to its toned, flat appearance it normally had. There was just one notably omission. The smell. "Can't you do anything about the smell?" whined Kat.
Meng just shrugged, "There's nothing I can really do about it with the transport array offline. Sure we've got some air purifiers, but they don't really change the smell of the place. We just cycle the air with the transport array a few times to clean the place out occasionally. With that down, and me not actually being a wind cultivator there isn't much I can do. Especially when a scent based illusion still wouldn't work on you because you're a demon with truesight,"
