After bowing, Tang Wulin rose and stretched his body.
Just as he had told the Water-Fire Dragon Kings, he was going to begin burying the dragon bones.
There were simply too many dragon bones before him. Even with his current physical strength, it would probably take nearly a year to bury them all.
Tang Wulin called softly,
"Are you two Dragon Kings still there?"
At his call, the Water-Fire Dragon Kings immediately emerged from his arms and looked at him together.
He asked seriously,
"Can you take me out of here? I need to say something to the people waiting for me outside."
Though he did not particularly like Xuan Zi, the current Pavilion Master of Sea God's Pavilion had brought him here from so far away. No matter what, he could not make the man wait outside for an entire year.
Yet the Water-Fire Dragon Kings both shook their heads, sending him a spiritual message.
As Tang Wulin sensed the two Dragon Kings' message, he froze.
"What? The spatial passage leading here has collapsed, and once I leave, I won't be able to come back?"
His expression immediately turned conflicted.
He truly did not want Xuan Zi to wait outside for a year, but neither could he simply leave.
His promise to the Wind Dragon King was only one reason. More importantly, he had taken the Dragon God Soul from this place. He could guess with his toes that this Pocket World had become like this because he had taken the Dragon God Soul. He was entirely the culprit.
If he simply left like this, never mind what the two Dragon Kings within him would think—even he himself would despise himself.
After all, once he left this time, no one would ever be able to enter this place again.