"Gao Ming! Don't be swayed by her provocation! Don't let emotions rule you! Your joy comes from within, not from the Xi God! She can't take that away!" Fu Shu was determined to stand by Gao Ming's side; he had bet everything on Gao Ming, casting aside his previous cowardice and shouting in front of Mrs. Xi.
Skin tearing apart, a mute oriole, poisoned into silence, flew out from deep within Gao Ming's organs; that was his "Joy."
"The Angry Tiger is blind, joy has been poisoned mute, terror transforms into venomous snakes entangling its own legs, your past seems truly tragic," Mrs. Xi commented like an outsider, evaluating from a spectator's perspective.
The wound continued to grow, the Monster formed from his emotions seemed to be tearing Gao Ming's body apart.
A muffled sound emerged within his chest, two Jiao Long that were almost sprouting horns broke Gao Ming's ribs—an abnormal deformity emitting sorrow, one with scales and Flesh and Blood sticky, enveloped in sadness.
