Friendship's Face-Shattering Fist!

The pajamas were white, silk, light as cicada wings, almost translucent. The neckline was cut very low, revealing a pale stretch of collarbone and chest. The sleeves were long, hanging loosely over his wrists, with silver star patterns embroidered at the cuffs. The hem fell far down, covering his waist and legs, leaving only a pair of bare feet exposed, his toes round and fair, the nails painted a faint orange.

He straightened his upper body, and his long black hair slipped from his shoulders to hang over his chest. He rubbed his eyes, his fingers moving away from his eyelids, and his orange-red eyes slowly opened, Situ Xuan's face reflected in his pupils.

The moment he saw Situ Xuan, Vassago's face bloomed into a beautiful smile.

It was a broad, sincere smile, carrying the dazed softness and languor of someone who had just woken up. The corners of his mouth curved upward, revealing white teeth, his eyes bending into two crescent moons, his orange-red gaze flickering with a gentle light between his lashes.

"Morning, Situ Xuan."

His voice was very soft, with a trace of hoarseness, like the sound of someone who had just woken up. It was not the voice of one of the three giants of the Demon Clan who had lived for tens of thousands of years, but more like a boy next door who had just gotten out of bed.

But at this moment, Situ Xuan looked exceptionally ferocious.

His face was twisted, his muscles taut, blue veins bulging on his forehead and throbbing beneath his skin. His mouth was open, his teeth clenched, making a grinding sound. His eyes were wide and round, the vicious light in his pupils laid bare, like a fierce beast startled awake from sleep and ready to tear apart