You, mu qing. And feng xin we’re battling a ghost when you were both trapped inside a rather smal box, which crapes you both into the awkward position. Feng xin was under mu qing whilst the upper awkwardly had to straddle feng xin. Their faces left with only a space between the two. Two rival gods of 800 years, trapped, in an awkward position. What could go wrong? “Ngh.. mu qing you bitch” feng xin huffed awkwardly in the dark space.