His face was still pale, but his breath slowly steadied.
The black-garbed girl stared at him; the stare lasted for an extremely long time.
After a long period of time, having confirmed Chen Chang Sheng would live, and that her precious drop of dragon blood had not been wasted, she could no longer endure her weakened state and thus, fell into a tired slumber.
Chen Chang Sheng was asleep within the blood pool opposite her.
The two of them, respectively slept within the icy cold underground.
White mist gently wandered and bloody corals fragmented throughout.
A scene that was filled with blood, yet strangely transcendent and divine.
Snow and wind, enmeshed the skies, the outside of the Imperial Palace was silent and devoid of people.
Two snow mastiffs were joyfully playing upon the cold, snow-laden ground, pouncing upon each other; only the cold gaze within the mastiff’s eyes reminded people that these were ferocious beasts.
The palace maid held onto the leash and stood to the side, showing that she was feeling somewhat bored. Snowflakes fluttered across her pretty eyes and you could make out the remnants of makeup across her brows; it was actually Mo Yu. She was originally a palace maid, if it wasn’t for Her Divine Majesty, The Divine Empress’ recognition, as the descendent of a convicted official, she would have spent her entire life in some secluded isolation palace.
A figure slowly emerged from within the blizzard; Mo Yu smiled as she went forward to receive them.