"Because the fabric would protect you from the impact. I thought since you are a real man, you would want to feel it properly." For the moment, Huaisang had tucked his fan away so he could take the whip from Wen chao instead. He weighed it in his hand and then whipped it through the air once, letting out a low whistle at the sound. "Like music, isn't it?"

He felt they could create a beautiful symphony together. "Are you ready for pain?"