When Tang Xiadan had first been brought in, his build had looked lean, but lean in the way of someone who had trained their body to the point of having no excess muscle mass, only what suited their height and frame. It was similar to Yang Qing's own build. But now, as he revealed his torso, what Yang Qing was greeted with was something beyond gaunt. His skin hugged his bones. His stomach hugged his back. And with how hollowed out he looked, his torso had the appearance of a polished husk. His entire skin carried a lustrous blue-white glow that matched the little half-pinky-sized flower bud protruding from his chest, though that polished skin was marred by tendril-like deep blue veins crisscrossing his entire body like a fibrous root network, which was precisely what they were. Those veins rising to the surface of his skin all traced back to that flower bud.
