The root tip burrowed down along the mental link. Just as the Blue Silver King tried to retreat, the spores Ji Yuan had planted around the perimeter opened at once, locking the node connecting them in place.
"Did you hear something, Senior?"
Tang San's eyelids twitched. Ji Yuan intercepted the latter half of the warning through his mental anchor, allowing only a normal current of blue silver aura to continue flowing into his host.
The Blue Silver King tried to withdraw his main channel, but what he tugged on was the bloodline power Tang San was receiving. The host's shoulders sank, and the grass blades in his palm immediately lost their luster.
"Is my circulation of the Mysterious Heaven Skill getting in your way? I can stop. Please don't touch Xiao Wu. You mustn't disturb what she left inside me."
Ji Yuan did not answer for him. His dark-gold root tip split into several strands and pressed against the channels linking the Blue Silver King to his vine body, first separating the face on the trunk from his mental core.
"What in the world are you? Come out!"
The shouted demand reverberated only in the depths of their linked minds. The vines on the ground rose half a foot, but before they could point toward Tang San, another force pressed them back to the edge of the grass mat.
The host did not open his eyes.
"Senior, if something merely went wrong with the guidance, tell me how to correct it. I can bear it. Let's try again."
Ji Yuan diverted a small portion of the power originally flowing toward Tang San and sent it back into the Blue Silver Grass. The constricted bloodline channel relaxed, and the host finally stopped asking questions.
The Blue Silver King recognized the portion