Song Chi flew through the air for a while.
He lowered his head to look at the most conspicuous sword-shaped marking on his chest, then turned to look at his arms and chest...
The nine white tattoos were spaced just right. At first glance, their arrangement looked quite orderly.
But they still felt awkward to him.
He reached out and rubbed them.
They neither hurt nor itched, and they would not rub off.
He tried circulating his Sword Qi again, hoping to erase them.
Instead, the tattoos lit up.
Not only did they glow, they grew slightly warm, as though responding to his Sword Qi.
Song Chi's hand trembled, and he hurriedly stopped.
He stood there, thinking for a long time.
"If Brother Si and the others saw this, they'd surely think I'd become some disreputable cultivator, straying onto some evil, demonic path."
The more Song Chi thought about it, the more his head hurt.
He tried every method he could, but still could not remove the tattoos.
After struggling for nearly an hour, he finally gave up.
"Oh well. An extraordinary man ought to have an extraordinary appearance."
He looked down at the markings. The longer he looked, the more he felt... perhaps they weren't that ugly after all?
Ancient, mysterious, and carrying an indescribable charm.
"I'll deal with it another time, then."
No one here could see him anyway.
With that thought, his mood improved again.
Ever since acquiring those nine tattoos, Song Chi felt an even stronger urge to perform.
Before, he had only been talking to thin air. Things were different now.
These tattoos glowed and responded to Sword Qi. Wasn't that "interaction"?
Where there was interaction, there was an audience.
Where there was an audience, there had to be a performance.
Besides, he now