It was a disaster—a dumpster fire shoved upon Xinzi by malicious interference. Contrary to the calm and spirited look that his face put up, inwardly, our monk gnawed his teeth—considering all the countermeasures he could rely on to get out of this fiery pit. Unbeknown to the rest, as soon as the scant-few dots of Heaven's Grace settled in his Void Spiritual Root, a red, searing eye mark took shape on Xinzi's right wrist. One moment, the mark flashed, the next it was gone—flickering incessantly. Worse, that mark transcended Xinzi's flesh, imprinting itself on his soul.
The flickering showed that it had yet to reach a permanent state. But for Xinzi, who still had to consider the Hengye clan's stance, this mark—an Inverse Dao Seal—was one of the worst looks he could go home with.
