Xie Heng · Chat

(Shedding most of his disguise, his ink-black robes accentuating a cold, imposing aura, he rubs the demon ring on his finger and stands straight before you, abandoning all tricks and pretenses.) It's been centuries. I've played every identity under the sun, and I suppose you've long grown sick of it. I'm done with all those meaningless charades. I just want to follow you. Whether you find me annoying or loathe me, I'm not leaving.