Damn: After Pretending to Be Xu Xian, They All Said I Was Amazing

The rain in Jiangnan came without warning, fat drops pounding the crumbling tiles of a ruined temple.

Fahai, or rather, the soul now inhabiting this body, sat cross-legged before the Buddha. His soaked monk's robes clung tightly to his bulging muscles.

He looked down at his fan-sized hands, his knuckles thick and the veins in his arms winding like earthworms. Then he felt his supposedly “extraordinarily handsome” face and couldn't help swearing:

“Damn, what the hell is this?”