Immortal Bones

A young boy with pretty features, baby fat, stood at the entrance of the Silver Dragon. He had long, silvery-white hair that flowed down to his ankles, and he yawned with closed eyes.

Someone cast a shadow on him. He opened his eyes and saw a tall young man standing straight and tall before him. The young man looked like a piece of jade, a type of person who would stand out from a crowd of ten thousand. It was none other than Xie Yang.

Xie Yang stared at the young boy and felt an odd feeling assaulting him. Although there was nothing abnormal happening in his vision, Xie Yang couldn't deny that he was able to sense something sticky and gluey clinging to his flesh, trying to permeate his inner self. He shook his hand, but it didn't fall off.

Xie Yang felt familiar with this bizarre situation.

'When did I experience it before?'

'I haven't encountered anything unusual like this situation in this life. Then, I must have felt this odd sensation in my past life!'