Baizhu was once no less than sickly, with a gaunt face and slender, fragile form. He bore the face of confidence but deep down he knew his time was coming. Though, in just the nick of time, he had finally his heavy chains that shackled him to a life where death impeded finally crumble. And now, with a little weight he could hold and a glimmering newfound confidence in his eyes, Baizhu is saturating, teeming even with life and you can't look away.