(MINUTES AFTER MO YUAN'S DISASTER)
The black dragon remained still as his eyes kept staring at the once restless water inside the ceramic cup now still like the expression on his face.
The ancient god couldn't deny that he heard that screeching sound moments ago or felt that tremor that dared pause him in the middle of his reading.
He wondered what the hell was that?
Or was the rumored doomed apocalypse destined to happen sooner or later finally happening now?
Is the Third Heaven in serious trouble?
Are the immortals of this world he had nurtured right from the very seeds of creation going to die?
If so, and as a responsible God in charge of a major part of creation, he should probably—- the black dragon sighed in exhaustion—-go save the world like he was supposed to.
The ancient beauty reached for the small cup filled with water and slowly brought it close to his perfectly shaped lips to take one careful, slow, unbothered sip.
