A moment later, the Blue Silver King's human face swayed gently. A sigh sounded in the air, and the vine wrapped around Tang San's wrist slowly loosened.
"Tang Hao, this child does indeed carry the aura of the Emperor's bloodline."
The aged voice held a trace of complexity. "For the Emperor's sake, I will help him awaken the power of his bloodline."
"Good!"
A flicker of excitement crossed Tang Hao's eyes, and he hurriedly called to Tang San:
"Xiao San, come here. Sit down here."
Tang San stepped forward as instructed and settled before the Blue Silver King, his heartbeat quickening involuntarily.
A point of silver light suddenly lit up between the brows of the Blue Silver King's human face.
The light grew brighter and brighter, finally becoming a slender silver thread that slowly shot toward Tang San's forehead.
The instant the silver thread touched him, Tang San felt a warm current surge into his body.
It was as though his entire body were soaking in a warm spring, so comfortable that he almost narrowed his eyes.
Some dormant power within him seemed to have awakened, slowly unfurling with that warm current.
At the same time, the surrounding Blue Silver Grass seemed to respond to an invisible summons.
Tiny blue motes of light began drifting from every blade of grass.
The light of a single stalk of Blue Silver Grass was exceedingly faint, but if there was one thing the Blue Silver Forest did not lack, it was Blue Silver Grass!
Countless motes rose into the air like a multitude of stars in the night sky.
Like homeward-bound birds being guided, these blue motes converged on Tang San.
Tang San gazed at the blue motes dancing around him, his eyes filled with wonder, and could not help reaching out to