The Seven-Colored Realm.
After half a year, the three-person team gathered once more.
"It's been a long time, Senior. I trust you've been well."
"You brat, I hadn't even finished recuperating before you summoned me here."
Looking at Tang Qingye's teasing expression, the Plane Spirit looked somewhat helpless.
He had been planning to start his day of recuperation with an efficient twenty-hour nap, then follow it up with a mighty lie-in.
"You called me here because of the Golden Dragon King's Divine Core inside this little fellow, I take it."
"That's right. The first seal inside Wulin has happened to loosen a little. Resolving this hidden danger early and refining it will also take my strength a step higher."
There was no helping it. With a little dose every three days and a big one every seven, it would have been a miracle if it hadn't loosened.
"In that case, there's no time to lose. Let's begin now."
The Plane Spirit declared, "Let this old man lend you a hand."
"Little fellow, I'm going to begin."
"Go ahead, Grandpa. I'm always ready!"
The old man's expression gradually grew solemn. Although the Golden Dragon King Origin was within Tang San's seals, it was, after all, an existence above a First-Level God.
Fortunately, this mysterious Gourd was here. Otherwise, he would have had to devote attention to preventing energy from leaking out.
"Senior, let's act together."
"Very well, but I must remind you: once unsealed, the Golden Dragon King Origin will be extremely violent. Even with the Gourd protecting you, you must not let your guard down."
The Plane Spirit raised his hand and drew Tang Wulin over, giving Tang Qingye this warning.
"Rest assured, Senior."
The old man said no more. He slowly extended his palm toward Tang Wulin's little head.