Tai Long picked up the Medicine Box, his smile still on his face. Then something occurred to him, and he pushed it back.
"Young Master, why don't you take it first? You're the backbone of our team. The higher your Soul Power, the better our chances in the tournament."
Tang San held the Medicine Box in place and said firmly:
"I have my own plans. Absorb it first. I'll watch and get a better idea of how to use it."
Hearing that only put Tai Long more at ease.
The Young Master had even thought that far ahead for him. If he kept pushing the offer back, he would only seem distant.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"
He took out the Lingzhi, cleaned it as Tang San instructed, and swallowed it. Then he sat cross-legged on the open floor beside the bed.
Tang San pulled up a stool and sat in front of him, keeping his eyes on Tai Long's face.
At first, nothing happened.
Tai Long circulated his Soul Power several times. Just as he was about to ask whether he had done something wrong, heat suddenly bloomed in his abdomen.
It spread quickly through his meridians and into his limbs. The freshness of his bath had not yet worn off, but a fine sheen of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
"Young Master, I'm getting hot!"
Tang San immediately reached out, pressed his fingers to Tai Long's wrist, and asked:
"Does it hurt?"
"No. I just feel a little swollen." Tai Long's shoulders rose involuntarily as he spoke. "It's like I've just finished a full set of punches. My whole body's warm, but I'm not tired."
No sooner had he said it than his breathing grew heavier.
Soul Power was surging through him. The strength he