"Master, how am I doing this?"
"Guess," Gale said with a smile.
"Is it the mark?" Xiaolin asked, arching an eyebrow.
"The mark is simply the manifestation of your lineage, but you're thinking in the right direction," said Gale. "Do you mind if I inspect it again?"
Xiaolin shook her head and finally remembered she was soaking wet and in her master's embrace. She blushed, but thankfully with everything she went through, her face couldn't go more red.
Gale manoeuvred Xiaolin like before, making her sit on his lap, guiding his left arm behind her. A strip of cloth covered the mark. Gale uncovered it as both of their sights laid at it.
At the centre of it was a circular mark, and below it was the complicated runic pattern. Gale touched with his finger, making Xiaolin shiver at the very contact as if electric pulsed through both of them.
A frown appeared on both of their faces. As he feared, there was something more than Gale had assumed.
"Master, what happened?"
