Tang San caught Xiao Wu's sleeve and used her strength to lift his upper body, his gaze passing over the scattered golden fabric to settle on the faint glow stained with black.
"Where the left leg was-did you see it?"
"I did. Don't move yet. What if the poison's still there..."
"Poison doesn't glow on its own. There might be a Soul Bone there."
Xiao Wu turned to look at Tang Hao, then turned back.
"It isn't going anywhere. Get your breathing steady first."
"We can't leave a Titled Douluo's Soul Bone behind. Whether we can hold out long enough to leave depends on what else we can get."
Listening to the argument aboveground, Ji Yuan withdrew the roots beneath that section of remains a little farther, leaving only a thin layer of fungal threads to support the Soul Bone that had yet to come completely free.
The richest power within it already belonged to him.
The shell left for Tang San was still intact, and the distinctive aura of a Soul Bone had not dissipated. It was enough for anyone familiar with the basics of Soul Masters to recognize.
Anything more would be a waste.
Ji Yuan sent the extracted golden origin deep into the main root. Dark-gold patterns lit up section by section from the root tip, and at every junction they passed, another tightly formed ridge appeared on the fine roots' surfaces.
Sharpness.
The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum's properties were being absorbed by the Ambrosial Arbor.
Still leaning against the rock wall, Tang San first placed two fingers on Tang Hao's wrist. Only after a moment did he ask Xiao Wu to help arrange the blue silver grass around his waist.
"Father's breathing isn't weakening anymore. Stay with him. I'll go get it."
"You can't even walk."