Silence, absolute silence, extremely long silence, no sound of wind, no sound of water dropping, no sound of breathing. Both the black dragon and Chen Chang Sheng held their breath and remained wordless. These actions were probably due to nervousness which seemed to rise from the finally arriving hope.
The black dragon’s hope was unknown, but Chen Chang Sheng’s hope was obviously from escaping from death. When he saw the black dragon’s whisker slowly float up, silently come to him and lightly touch the center of his eyebrows, he was not sure what would happen next.
The place where this dragon’s whiskers connected to its jaw was extremely thick and gradually got thinner further up. Its tip was about the same size as a human’s little finger and it looked a bit sharp. Its surface was as dark as night and as transparent as jade. There was black light faintly rolling inside, like dark clouds.
The tip of the dragon’s whiskers barely touched the center of his eyebrows. The distance was so close that human eyes could not even tell if it touched or not. Chen Chang Sheng felt more and more nervous. He was just back from the edge of death so it was easy for him to feel fear. Lots of sweat came out of the hand he used to grab the handle. The sweat rapidly froze due to the low temperature.