The Blue Silver King quietly watched this scene. The expression on that aged human face softened slightly, and the lips formed from grass leaves moved faintly, as if whispering an ancient blessing.
Tang Hao stood to the side, his gaze fixed tightly on Tang San. His eyes held both anticipation and nervousness.
He could see a faint blue light gradually appearing across the surface of Tang San's skin.
His Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul appeared behind him. Golden patterns emerged across his Martial Soul—the sign that the Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline was awakening.
The blue river of light continued pouring into Tang San's body, and his aura grew stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A sudden mutation occurred.
The golden patterns that had nearly covered the entire Blue Silver Grass suddenly faded away in an instant.
In their place, silver patterns rapidly spread until they covered Tang San's entire Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.
Tang Hao stared at the scene before him, his pupils contracting sharply. His eyes were filled with disbelief.
His son had Ah Yin's blood flowing through his veins, yet what awakened was not the Blue Silver Emperor, but the Blue Silver King?
He abruptly turned to look at the Blue Silver King, his tone carrying a faint, barely detectable tremor and an uncanny edge:
"Blue Silver King, why? Why didn't Little San awaken as the Blue Silver Emperor? Why did he only reach the Blue Silver King?"
"Tang Hao, leave. Take your son and go."
The Blue Silver King's voice was filled with detachment.
"Impossible!" Tang Hao's voice suddenly rose, carrying stubborn anger.
"If you don't give me an explanation today, I absolutely won't leave!"
The human face at the Blue Silver King's top turned toward him, its tone filled with undisguised disgust: