The breeze blew through the forest and chilled Chen Changsheng's body, waking him from his stupor. Only now did he realize how much of a risk it had been to ask the middle-aged woman about the Black Dragon, and only now did he feel fear over his actions. Just then, he heard the sound of Xuanyuan Po's angry roars from the distance. Most likely, Chen Changsheng's portion of the midnight snack had been eaten by Tang Thirty-Six. Smiling, he shook his head and stopped thinking about these problems, deciding to head back to the Orthodox Academy.
The word 'ice' left by the woman on the table was Chen Changsheng's only clue for finding the Black Dragon, and it also seemed like a sort of test. The Black Dragon was a Black Frost Dragon, a species that had always been associated with ice and snow.
