After Chen Lei left, Chen Ye sat there quietly.
Nearly two hours later, Tang Wulin finally regained consciousness.
He first reached out and touched his arm, feeling the pain throughout his body. A bitter smile tugged at his lips.
"Boss, what exactly happened? Why did absorbing the Golden Dragon King Bloodline make me feel like someone had beaten me to a pulp?"
"That's because you were beaten up by me. You were being controlled," Chen Ye said, looking at Tang Wulin with a helpless expression.
"I was being controlled? How is that possible? I only awakened a bloodline..."
Tang Wulin looked confused. Chen Ye said nothing more, merely took out a Soul Tool and handed it to him.
As he watched the footage on the monitor and saw his own movements, deep confusion filled Tang Wulin's face.
"Was that our ancestor Tang San? Why would he say something like that?"
"And how could he control my body...? As far as I remember, there's only one person inside me, a guy called Old Tang."
"Could that guy be our ancestor Tang San? But..."
Tang Wulin fired off a string of questions, his face full of bewilderment.
He had never imagined that a Great Being was hidden inside him.
And not only was the other person an ancestor from twenty thousand years ago, but he could also seize control of Tang Wulin's body.
"The reason is simple. You're his son. Normally, you should have been in the Divine Realm."
"But to preserve the Golden Dragon King's power within you, Tang San threw you into the Douluo World."
As he spoke, Chen Ye sat down beside the table and brewed a pot of tea.
After pouring out the first cup, he poured one for himself and one for Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin fell