C240 Hedong Qianfeng Lee Xuan

Every stomp of the burly man from the Small Screamo Temple left a deep imprint on the bluestone pavement. His presence was akin to an enraged Vajra deity, the golden halo behind him accentuating the sternness of his resolute visage. Though his movements appeared slow, through Lee Xuan's eyes, they were astonishingly swift.

His style embodied a harmony as fluid as Tai-Chi