'I suppose that granting blessings with my shackled spark is still a bit too much for my mortal body to bear. Never mind, a ten-tailed white fox is worth the pain, and the rewards for this slaughter will make up for it all.'
Xinzi's thoughts stopped here, and as the Soaring Crane mountain elders lay groggily under impending tribulation lightning, our monk cracked his neck, then swept the mountain disciples with his enhanced spiritual sense.
