Du Shicai felt as though he was about to be boiled alive.
He was not someone who could endure pain. When the Black Sun Curse had screwed him over, the pain had made him pass out repeatedly. Yet now, even though his flesh seemed on the verge of boiling apart, he remained conscious. After swallowing a few mouthfuls of bloody water, he curled up like a shrimp, but he still understood the stakes. Struggling, he reached for Tang Zi's calf, so close at hand.
Tang Zi did not dodge and let him grab her.
Though they were in a blood pool as hot as boiling soup, Tang Zi's body remained cool.
Du Shicai had long since stopped finding it strange. He knew that if he wanted to survive in this abnormal blood pool, he had to hold tightly to Tang Zi. Once he got hold of her, he would not let go. He even wrapped his entire body around her, dragging Tang Zi into the blood pool with him.
The two of them were naked, locked in each other's arms.
Tang Zi's breathing was steady, unchanged in the slightest by their current circumstances.
Du Shicai did not care how Tang Zi was doing. He felt much better. Once his condition improved, the conversation between Tang Li and Meng Wan beside the blood pool reached his ears again. It was still full of terms like "Reclamation Corps," "Authority Stream," and "Self-Definition," delivered in that same calm, composed manner... and still just as bizarre and unfamiliar.
That was right, Tang Li!
He... he had changed. He had become formidable!
Du Shicai held Tang Zi tighter, panting heavily. The coolness of the woman in his arms made his mind extraordinarily clear.
He had been observing for many days. During this period, while struggling