In the psychiatric hospital's ward, the old madman clicked his tongue in wonder as he studied Tang Ming's body, while Sun Zhuangjia stood by, gloating.
"Master, do you actually have any way to help me lift this damn seal?"
Tang Ming anxiously looked at the old madman.
"A trifling skill, how could... I can't undo it, either."
The old madman thought for a moment, then looked at Tang Ming strangely: "This might be an opportunity for you. Let me help you adjust it a bit."
"What do you mean?"
Tang Ming looked at the old madman in confusion.
The old madman didn't answer but began tapping on Tang Ming's body like raindrops.
After more than ten minutes, the old madman stopped.
"Is it done?"
Tang Ming quickly checked his body, but found he still couldn't engage in cultivation, though there were some energy reactions in both dantians.
