When Sea Spear Douluo slowly came to, his mind was still a muddled haze.
He only remembered that he and Sea Ghost had stood firm unto death to defend the last dignity of the Seven Sacred Pillars.
Then...
Then what happened?
He felt as though he had had a terrifying dream. In the dream, two stars had exploded.
His head was spinning.
And beneath his waist, there seemed to be waves of indescribable, hollow phantom pain.
Sea Spear Douluo opened his eyes in confusion and found himself sprawled over a dining table.
Beside him, Sea Ghost Douluo was slowly raising his head as well. His swollen face likewise bore an enormous question mark: Who am I? Where am I?
The two exchanged a glance and saw the relief of surviving a calamity reflected in each other's eyes.
Then, as if their hearts were linked, they almost simultaneously reached down and grabbed their crotches.
One second.
Two seconds.
Once they confirmed that a certain important item was still safe and sound, their terror-pale faces instantly erupted with the wild joy of having escaped a burden.
"Thank goodness..."
"It didn't explode..."
They spoke in unison, so agitated that their voices carried a sobbing tremor.
Yet before their relieved sighs had even faded—
A faint voice sounded beside their ears.
"It actually did explode."
It was Sea Horse Douluo.
Holding a bowl of gleaming golden Egg Fried Rice, he shoveled it into his mouth as he shattered their last illusion.
The wild joy on Sea Spear Douluo and Sea Ghost Douluo's faces instantly froze.
"Only, while you were unconscious, I asked Senior Bi Ji to heal you."
Sea Horse Douluo paused, then lifted his chin toward the green-haired woman at the neighboring table. She looked gentle and demure, yet her face was currently