Everyone was shocked by what happened. Even Saint Fan's face twitched, as an expression of horrid surprise suddenly overcame him.
Between his two eyebrows was a wound that bled.
The emperor could regenerate broken tissue, so the small, phantom wound that had been inflicted should have been fine and nothing of much concern.
But it bled profusely, with no sign of recovery. And from the twitching muscles of his face, one could suspect Saint Fan was in some sort of agony. And with his utter silence and refusal to move, the entire scene was like a paused videotape, cliffhanging a big reveal.
Suddenly, cracks began to form across the disheveled biomass.
From afar, it looked like the ugliest vase in the market had been broken, then put back together again with swathes of glue.
Roar!