Tang San tasted a hundred herbs; Junior Wa would offer a hearty burp for the king's birth!

About an hour later, watching Tang San break into silly grins every so often, Dugu Bo and Tang Hao exchanged a look. Both hesitated to speak, then quietly sidled together.

"Seriously, what's going on with your son?"

He wanted to speak, stopped himself, then wanted to speak again. Dugu Bo glanced once more at Tang San, who stood beneath a large purple flower with one hand pressed to the ground, his aura resonating with it, and could not help sending Tang Hao a voice transmission.

Tang Hao rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"I was about to ask you! How did this wayward son of mine turn out like this after I spent a few hours talking to you?"

But just after sending that transmission, Tang Hao frowned, his gaze falling on the unusually solid circle of the domain beneath Tang San.

At this point, Tang San's domain could actually be considered two circles. One was centered on him beneath his feet, encompassing both him and the Aromatic Silk Beauty before him. With a radius of only ten feet, this exceptionally solid domain could be considered its core-in a sense, its "true body." What radiated outward across the entire valley, encompassing every plant, was merely its external projection.

And on both the true body and its illusory projection, patterns of various colors kept emerging alongside the original blue-gold markings.

The first to emerge were extremely faint images of the hundred herbs.

But Tang Hao's attention was not on those herbs. Instead, it rested on several fully solidified patterns, each shimmering with a different light.

A purple-gold chrysanthemum, a jade-white Eight-Petal Orchid, a crimson-gold Sunflower Grass shaped like a cockscomb, a brilliant golden tulip with curtains of trailing vines forming its lower half, a crystalline white narcissus, and finally, a pale pink