Elder Sister

"Pain." It was the only sensation Yang Xiaohai could feel. As those sharp Bone Spurs kept piercing his skin, the pain sank into his marrow, yet he could not even faint.

Amid this torture, where every day felt like a year, Yang Xiaohai's consciousness began to grow hazy.

In that haze, Yang Xiaohai seemed to see the Dragon King in the painting slowly begin to move.

And when the mural on the wall began to move, Yang Xiaohai suddenly understood. That black snake was not the Dragon King. The black snake on the wall was merely the Dragon King's shadow—the real Dragon King lay behind the shadow!

As the shadow danced faster and faster, densely packed dragon whiskers spread out from all around it like centipede legs.

Yang Xiaohai thought they were dragon whiskers. Since he believed this was the Dragon King, the root-like things growing from the Dragon King's body had to be dragon whiskers. Yet in truth, they looked more like some sort of densely growing, dark, slender tentacles, or perhaps immature filaments.

As the dragon whiskers swayed faintly, the incense smoke floating in the air danced along with them.

As the dragon whiskers danced, Yang Xiaohai's eyes opened wider and wider. A powerful suffocating pressure crushed his chest, and no matter how he tried to breathe, it was useless.

Between the gently swaying dragon whiskers, the suffocating Yang Xiaohai caught sight of a corner of the Dragon King, a corner covered in dazzling dragon scales.

The scales seemed to be underwater, gliding gently backward to reveal a gray, hazy dragon eye beneath them, as though it could blot out everything.

The moment Yang Xiaohai saw the reflection within that dragon eye, his will instantly melted away, swallowed into an unfathomably vast black abyss.

Who knew how much