Xin Huo little flame form jumped about inside of Zhong Yue's psyche ocean in discontent at the fact that he was stripped of his control of Zhong Yue's body.
The little flame placed the matter of the continuation of the Fuxi Celestial Race high in his heart. He was determined to nurture the next pureblood celestial progeny as the inheritor of the heritage he held. He was dissatisfied with Zhong Yue's impure and lackluster bloodline, always hoping that Zhong Yue would be able to produce a pureblood Fuxi among his descendants.
"You of the Zhong Shan Clan, I hate you!"
The little flame threw a final tantrum before sequestering himself to the darkest corner of Zhong Yue's psyche ocean to sulk by himself.
"Xin Huo…."
"Nevermind me. I'm angry now!"
