Tang San lowered his head and looked at his bare arms. The same grayish-white paste covered the surface of his skin—his arms, chest, abdomen, and even the gaps between his toes.
He looked as though he had just been dredged out of mud.
Tang San frowned.
This layer of grayish-white paste was clearly impurities expelled from his body.
After his meridians had widened and his bones had been reforged, the waste that had originally accumulated deep within his body had been forced out by that cool blue-gold current, clinging to the surface of his skin and drying into this hard shell.
He flexed his fingers, then rotated his ankles.
His joints moved freely without the slightest stiffness. He felt even lighter than before he had absorbed the Soul Bone.
It was as though he had cast off an invisible set of shackles.
"Awake?"
Tang Hao's voice came from beside him, hoarse and low, carrying a trace of exhaustion.
Tang San turned his head and saw Tang Hao sitting on a stone in the corner of the stone chamber. He leaned against the cave wall with his arms crossed, his clouded eyes fixed unblinkingly on him.
"Mm." Tang San answered, bracing himself against the ground as he stood.
Grayish-white flakes rustled down from his body, scattering all over the ground around his feet.
Tang Hao rose as well and walked over to Tang San, examining him from head to toe.
"Having absorbed the Soul Bone, you've been completely reborn." His voice was hoarse but certain.
"Judging purely by your physique, your bones and meridians could absolutely rank among the top three in all of Douluo Continent."
Tang San raised an eyebrow slightly.
Top three?
That assessment was rather beyond his expectations.
"Your mother was a Hundred Thousand Year Blue Silver Emperor