Unaware of the various powers playing "who is who" in the walls of his tortured soul, Xia Hu lay on his knees, dazed and unresponsive. Xinzi stood before him, and for a moment, the monk too didn't move an inch. The awkward image of a feminized Xia Hu kneeling at Xinzi's crotch with a hazy smile would have made potential spectators question the nature of their relationship. Xinzi's large hands pressing Xia Hu's shoulders down didn't help the case.
Soon enough, Xinzi left Xia Hu's soul and returned to his body. His glassy eyes regained their light, and his brows wrinkled at the peculiar pose they lay in.
"Huh...a moment to immortalize, I suppose," Xinzi said, tapped his storage ring, and summoned a recording mirror to capture the image with. That done, our monk let go of his latest victim and shifted to his grand formation. Up in the sky, the ball of crystalized Sword Qi hardened and morphed into a perfect longsword.
