The start of Jiang Mu's daily routine also marked the start of Tang San's torment.
As the extraction began, Tang San's finger split open again in the Divine Realm, and the Essence Blood within his body began to be drawn out. This was practically draining his life away.
Inside his room, Tang San lay on his bed in an extremely bizarre posture.
His once handsome, proud, and arrogant face had turned despondent, as though his daughter had died.
Or rather, if not for his health being at 100%, anyone who saw him would probably have thought he was dying.
Drip, drip...
Blood flowed from his middle finger. The dispirited Tang San merely glanced at it before looking away, leaving it alone.
Tang San raised his other hand, the one that wasn't having its blood drawn, and slammed it against his forehead as he spoke.
"Why did Wutong's other soul fragment disappear?"
Tang San lay dejectedly on the bed, pounding his forehead with his hand.
Indeed, not long ago, Tang Wutong's soul fragment had vanished into thin air. When he tried to take it out to inspect it and check that it was safe, he couldn't find it.
After searching for ages, he realized he hadn't misplaced it. It had truly disappeared.
Someone could take something he carried on his person without alerting him. This was already beyond anything Tang San had anticipated.
It was even more frightening than his plan failing.
Even if his plan failed, he was still a God King. But if the person behind all this appeared, that would be no ordinary matter.
As his thoughts ran wild, the blood from his hand flowed faster and faster.
His blood was draining away ever more quickly. This was coming for his life.
Tang San still had no inclination