Huaisang shrieks at the array of starry droplets that fire toward him. He throws up his arms to shield his face, but when they don't strike as they should, he looks up, just in time to see the dazzle of water all around him, raining down without hitting him at all. He spins in awe, laughing in breathless bursts.

Then he turns back to gaze at Yu-xiong, expression warm with awed affection. He prizes beauty in both person and performance, and there is so much about Yu-xiong that is beautiful. The playful and breathtaking display deeply impressed him, and Huaisang wants to be able to offer something pretty in return. He certainly cannot match that sort of power and precision, but he can offer a little bit of a show.

Drawing out his metal fan from his qiankun pouch--stray droplets can be cleaned from the dark silk more easily than from the inked paper--Huaisang opens it with an artful flair and bows once, a dancer's bow. Sweeping the fan down almost to the edge of the water, Huaisang strikes the water with a wave of spiritual energy guided by his fan. It's a weak attack by cultivator standards, but effective when it comes to creating a playful splash of water. This one he intends to reach as far as where Runyu is standing.