The celestial fury had finally fallen silent, leaving behind an oppressive silence disturbed only by the crackling of residual flames.
Xuan BaiShe descended slowly from the sky, floating with grace. He still held Hue Qing against his chest, his divine silhouette partially hidden by shreds of celestial Qi forming vaporous clouds around his intimacy. On his forehead, the Yin-Yang symbol pulsed.
A servant of the Xuan family approached trembling, her head lowered so as not to meet the gaze of the young master whose crushing aura made her own meridians vibrate. She carried on her outstretched arms a new black tunic, embroidered with silver threads representing the ancient turtles of the Xuan lineage, symbols of longevity and wisdom.
"Young Master... I... I bring your clothes..." she stammered, her voice on the verge of failing under the spiritual pressure.
