Chen Chang Sheng suddenly felt sad but not because he was hopeless and not because of his approaching death.
For some reason, hearing the deep roar of the black dragon made him extremely sad.
It felt as if he saw countless years of endless loneliness.
In the dark underground, deceived, cheated and guarded with hopelessness.
He experienced those before as well.
The shadow of death was like the darkness of night. It tortured him for years and never stopped for a second.
He could tell no one and hide no where. He could only wait for the final judgement in loneliness.
He suddenly wanted to comfort this black dragon.
He didn’t know what to say, he just felt he should say something in a situation like this.
Therefore, he said one word to the black dragon.
He didn’t know the meaning of this word.
It was the first word that he had learnt in the last scroll of the Three Thousand Scrolls of Way when he was younger.
It was a word with a single syllable, and its pronunciation was strange.
That single word seemed to contain countless information.
Hearing this word, the eyes of the black dragon started to shoot out millions of violent light rays!
But the entire world fell into silence.