As recorded within the addendum of the Four Classics of Meditation, if it weren’t for the cold and frigid underground space, Chen Chang Sheng would have ended with a self-explosion; due to the chill brought on by the Black Dragon, he hadn’t started combusting away, but this was effectively just a matter of dying in a more sightly manner.
Time slowly passed by.
After a long period of time, the Black Dragon lowered its claw, preparing to express lament for Chen Chang Sheng; this human youth was, after all, the first person it had come into proper contact with for the past few hundred years.
Thinking of this, it decided that even if Chen Chang Sheng’s remains had become a sickening pile of cooked flesh, it would cover its nose and give him a burial.
Looking upon the bloody coral’s centre, the Black Dragon’s pupils suddenly shrank; its ghostly pupils revealed its current dumbfoundedness.
The ground was still cloaked in white mist, and the blood within the snow continued to broil away instead of cooling upon Chen Chang Sheng’s death.
The reason for this was… Chen Chang Sheng was still alive.
Why hasn’t he died? Why wasn’t he dead?