The instant Tang Wulin landed beside that red flower, he felt the air around him suddenly grow much fresher. Even the tightness in his chest from the clash of ice and fire earlier eased away.
The petals trembled slightly, then slowly bloomed toward him. A blurry yet lively face rose from the flower's center, its voice crisp as a bell. "Hello, Child of Nature. My name is Youyou. I am Aromatic Silk Beauty."
Tang Wulin crouched down and nodded to her, his tone gentle. "Hello, Youyou."
He was about to say something else when a warm golden light rippled open behind him.
Old Tang's figure slowly solidified in midair, his feet hovering three inches above the ground. He held the trident horizontally before his chest and lightly nodded in all directions throughout the valley.
The movement was small, yet it was like a pebble cast into a calm lake. Every immortal herb in the valley trembled at once, their branches and leaves swaying as though they were bowing in unison.
Standing to one side, Tang Wulin had only one thought in his mind. Damn, he was really putting on a show!
As expected of...
Forget it. No matter how much he disliked him, he had ultimately become the top-ranked figure in the anime rankings of their era.
Overall, he was still charismatic.
If Tang Wutong had not descended to the lower realm back then, Er Ming would not have destroyed his father's martial soul, ultimately causing his tragic death!
And the true culprit behind all of it was Tang San!
Tang Wulin gave a bitter smile.
In truth, Old Tang had really treated him well throughout this journey. But Old Tang had, in a sense, been bestowed by the system. He belonged to the system.
He was not Tang San!