Perhaps because of his heavy injuries, or because he had bathed in the hot spring, Su Li’s face was slightly swollen. His eyes were tightly closed, and his heroic spirit dispersed. The sharp sword glow that had always made Chen Changsheng unable to directly stare at him disappeared somewhere, and he seemed like an ordinary person.
Just at that moment, the spiritual soul of the Black Dragon left the dagger, and returned to the jade ruyi that was tied to his wrist. It turned into a black dragon that seemed real and flew to Chen Changsheng’s shoulder. It looked at the surrounding snowy mountains and said blankly, “Where is this place? Have we left the Garden of Zhou?”
Chen Changsheng shook his head, “I also don’t know what happened. As soon as I came out, I was met with such a great situation.”