Wei Wuyin felt the natural breath enter his lungs, free of the taint and vile of Hell, allowing him to understand, cherish, and relish in the fact that he had returned. Within his arms was a slumbering beauty that was no longer as picturesque as perfection itself, yet complete in body, soul, and mind. The discord of yin-yang imbalance had been thoroughly solved.
She rested with Wei Wuyin's Yang Source implanted as her own, perfectly melded within her. However, some innate characteristics pertaining to Wei Wuyin's genetic information had been replicated to adjust. Her hair was as black as his, only differentiated by the heavenly gold highlights that glimmered in the solar light. Her beauty was deeply feminine, from body to face, almost as unrivaled and unearthly as Wei Wuyin's.