Sou Long appeared beside him and passed a short but lasting solemn gaze at Zeal. He sighed inside without words. There wasn't much he could say other than leaving the lad to decide. After all, Sou Long knew what Zeal rushed inside to do. Who the hell writes a funeral song for themselves. He decided to let the privy remain privy. Sou Long snapped his fingers, and the death-inducing black orb enveloped the place. Sou Long instantly vanished, but his disappearance ushered in the swooshing heavy broad log that would send Zeal to the afterlife. Suddenly, big maniac woods lunged at Zeal with superimposed strength and speed. Zeal saw himself pale in fear, but he decided to take the first step of defending himself. Zeal didn't have any aura in his fragile body, even a common pitiful one. Sou Long

