Chen Chang Sheng thought he died, but he didn’t.
The Black Mighty Dragon stopped in midair in front of him and didn’t continue any further.
The two were dozens of yards apart, but because the black dragon was gigantic, this distance was close. He could actually see the frost and snow on the dragon’s teeth. The black dragon was breathing deeply and freezing wind was blowing. Countless snow and ice pieces were swirling around in the air.
Chen Chang Sheng felt he was standing outside of Xue Lao City in the far north.
What made the black dragon stop wasn’t his bravery nor the words he said before, it was the short sword in his hand.
The seemingly ordinary short sword.
Looking at the short sword in his hand, countless stars seemed to light up in the depths of the black dragon’s eyes. Then, the stars were demolished.
Every star was a different mood and feeling.
Confusion.
Misunderstanding.
Surprise.
Insecurity.
Hatred.
Separation.
Encounter.
Kindness.
Caution.
Rage.
Generosity.
Indifference.
Compassion.
Oblivion.
Unforgettable.
Disappointment.
Helplessness.
Hope.
And there was hope.