As he peered into the Divine Spark, Qingxin seemed to lose awareness of the world surrounding him—forgetting even Xinzi's voice, which flew by his ears. A dreary stillness thus fell.
Faster than Xinzi, Xue Yuanshao snapped out of his torpor, fell on his knees, and kowtowed at Qingxin.
"Exalted One, I Xue Yuanshao, greet you!" Although they wouldn't suffer much harm from doing so, the average Demon or Divine Spirit couldn't carelessly stare into a Divine Spark—chained or not. It only felt slightly better than a mortal child staring at the sun for prolonged periods of time.
The simple fact that Qingxin could stare into Xinzi's spark without flinching revealed that his lifeform level exceeded Xinzi himself—de facto putting him at the highest level. While he processed these facts, Xue Yuanshao realized that, for one reason or another, Qingxin planned to keep him alive—and therefore clung on his thigh like a dumped and desperate simp.
