With a thought, he drew the Taiyi Green Lotus Seed out of his body, and its lustrous spiritual light of vitality immediately swirled through his palm.
In an instant, a vast, gentle torrent of vitality swept in all directions, and the faint phantom of an ancient green lotus appeared in the void.
With a light tap of his fingertip, he sent a wisp of pure medicinal energy into the old man's brow.
Immense vitality traveled along his meridians and through his entire body. His shattered meridians and the old, hidden injuries from years of confrontation with Tang Hao were all nourished and repaired. His crumbling spiritual consciousness slowly solidified, his stooped, swaying body gradually straightened, and a gleam returned to his deathly still eyes.
A moment later, the old man slowly opened his eyes. That had felt rather good just now. His voice was hoarse, but steady and strong. "Thank you. I will remember this kindness of prolonging my life."
Tang Qingye remained calm. "As long as you remember, senior. I'm lending this to you for now to heal your injuries. I'll take it back when the time comes."
"Haha, naturally. If you need anything then, just call me."
The Plane Spirit gave Tang Qingye a long look and laughed aloud.
"But how secure is this Gourd of yours?"
"Secure?"
Tang Qingye glanced at the old man in surprise, not expecting that question, but explained nonetheless.
"It guards against prying thoughts like a fortress and keeps its mouth sealed like a bottle."
"Good, then. The Abyss Plane is eyeing the Douluo Continent like a tiger watching its prey. I was worried the Abyss might detect the disturbances from that battle. Once the Abyssal Sage King picks up on Tang Hao's cold, dead aura, the continent will have to start singing