When Chen Hao woke up again, it was already the following morning.
Seeing him wake, Xiang Wencun, who had been watching over him the whole time, immediately leaned closer. "You're awake?"
Feeling the soreness throughout his body, Chen Hao let out a soft groan. The last time he had felt like this was after swallowing the Giant Spirit God's Blood.
Compared to that time, however, he was clearly much better off. His meridians were undamaged. His body was only in this state because he had depleted too much Spiritual Power, exceeding what it could withstand. A little rest should put him right.
Xiang Wencun understood his condition perfectly well, too, so she showed little concern and immediately started teasing him. "Chen Hao, you made the news. You're famous now."
Watching her cover her mouth as she struggled to stop laughing, Chen Hao had a bad feeling. "What do you mean, I made the news? What exactly are you laughing at?"
Xiang Wencun switched on the television. "See for yourself."
Every channel was playing the same video.
Chen Hao took a closer look. Wasn't that footage of his spectacular rescue of the plane that night?
But the camera angle was incredibly sneaky. It had been filmed from diagonally below him, looking upward.
From that angle, his billowing red kasaya looked like a blooming red flower, with his bare lower half displayed right in the center.
He had underwear on, so it shouldn't have been that embarrassing. After all, Superman went around in underwear. Chen Hao could do the same.
Except someone had insisted on adding a damn mosaic over his crotch in postproduction.
With that mosaic in place, the black-and-white patch easily sent people's imaginations running wild.
Worse still, the media seemed terrified that viewers might interpret it any other way.