A Golden Dragon and a Golden Phoenix circled around Tang Zhong, who was submerged in containers filled with Golden Blood.
Then, the Golden Dragon let out a heaven-piercing roar, soared into the sky, and the phoenix cried out, raising its wings; one yang and one yin, they began to circle around Tang Zhong.
Within the inner hall, a hurricane surged forth.
The furniture inside, which had been neatly arranged on the floor, was now swept up by the hurricane, flung into the air; the Taishi chairs on the ground and the peony paintings hanging on the walls swayed along.
As Tang Zhong soaked in the Golden Blood, he saw through his hazy consciousness, noticing all the furniture flying up, and also the Golden Giant Dragon and the fiery phoenix.
His spirit instantly tensed up.
What… what on earth is going on?
Tang Zhong looked around in horror, for he saw the two giant Mythical Beasts staring at him continuously.
Could they have been born because of me?
