"You two, won't you explain this to me?"
Three Qi Xius occupied three corners, each with the same face yet vastly different temperaments. If their faces were obscured, it would be impossible to tell they were the same person.
The Daoist of the Taiyin on the right had a faint smile, but his eyes were icy and malevolent. His pitch-black Taoist Robe emanated an eerie and oppressive charm.
The white-robed Daoist on the left was solemn and unsmiling. A seriousness in his brow concealed an extremely pure and sharp aura. He was like a Divine Weapon in its Sword Sheath: unassuming until unsheathed—then unstoppable!
In contrast, the Qi Xiu in the middle—the true self—seemed much simpler. He had a robust aura and a calm gaze, like a deep, rippleless pond: unfathomably deep and baffling to understand.
