Fu Yao, Bent on Dying; Chen Changsheng, Lost in Thought

Time slipped away like a spring breeze running through one's fingers, unseen and untouchable.

Two thousand years had changed many things, but perhaps they had not changed the cold Stone Coffin within Qiongqi Tomb.

"Creak~"

The Stone Coffin slowly opened. Looking at everything around him, Chen Changsheng was at a loss.

Although everything before him was exactly the same as it had been before his slumber, Chen Changsheng knew clearly that two thousand years had already passed in this world.

And so, he sat blankly inside the Stone Coffin for three days.

During those three days, Chen Changsheng thought once more of Fu Yao, who had died by his own hand.

Twenty-one thousand years ago.

"Chen Changsheng, when exactly are you coming to kill me? I can hardly wait any longer."

Looking at Fu Yao before him, Chen Changsheng's mouth kept twitching.

"What has gotten into you these past two years? Why are you becoming more like a child the longer you live?"

"Zhang Zhen has to bear two Heaven's Mandates, Huai Yu and the others have to set out on an expedition, and someone needs to handle the settlement of Four Directions Continent."

"I've been swamped to death lately. Where would I find the time to kill you? Just wait a while, will you?"

Hearing this, Fu Yao said with a grin, "Can't be helped. The older I get, the younger I become."

"Now that I've finally found something worth looking forward to, of course I have to seize the time."

"If you don't agree, I'll come bother you every day."

Faced with Fu Yao's shameless attitude, Chen Changsheng said helplessly, "Fine, I agree."

"Once Zhang Zhen bears the Heaven's Mandate, I'll definitely come kill you. I'll even let everyone under heaven witness your curtain call. Satisfied now?"