Tang San closed his eyes.
He couldn't bear to say it.
But things had already come to this. There was no point hiding it.
"In other words..."
"You might turn into a girl."
Dead silence.
A suffocating dead silence.
Tang Wulin stood frozen in place, mouth hanging open.
The expression on his face shifted from bewilderment to horror.
"A... a girl?"
His voice went shrill and cracked.
"Old Tang, you're joking, right? You have to be joking!"
Tang San said nothing.
The golden silhouette stood silently in the center of his sea of consciousness.
On that blurred face, Tang Wulin could clearly read a heavy reluctance to look him in the eye.
That was no joking expression.
Tang Wulin's legs gave way, and he dropped heavily to the ground.
"What am I supposed to do? Old Tang, hurry up and think of something!"
"If I really turn into a girl, how will I ever have the face to go home? My dad's waiting for me to go back and carry on the family line..."
He suddenly choked on his words.
The things he'd said not long ago came back to him.
"I don't mind being castrated."
How tragic and resolute he'd sounded then.
But now that the possibility stood right before him, he realized he wasn't nearly as carefree as he'd imagined.
Tang San looked at his son and felt a tangle of emotions.
"There's no need to panic just yet. At this rate, the process of assimilation can still be slowed."
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
"If you don't want to lose the most important thing in your life, then from now on, stop associating with that Rainbow Dragon Soul Master. You can't accept his boosts anymore."
Tang Wulin jerked his head up, a flash of panic in