Trajectory
Hao Xuan was forced out of his own meridian, his very own body. It was a strange feeling for sure, one that he didn't want to experience again. But if what Nidhora said was true then there was nothing he could do, at least for now.
Hao Xuan had also become quite apprehensive of her now, for some reason. He had begun to realize that even though he seemed to be the one on the top, he might not be the one in control in this relationship.
Now even though Nidhora was but a mere fragment of her past self, she was still a dragon, a true born. She belonged to a world that Hao Xuan couldn't even begin to understand.
She had seen and done things that the minds of mortal beings could not possibly comprehend so how arrogant and utterly foolish was it to believe that such a being would willingly help him out?
"Result?" Baracus spoke up since Hao Xuan just silently sat in the same spot without saying or doing anything.
Hao Xuan shook his head, "No luck. We are on our own," he mumbled.