Before Xiao Fan could speak, Zhuli instinctively wanted to say three months.
But the words reached his lips, and he forcibly swallowed them back.
Xiao Fan glanced at him.
Zhuli lowered his head, pretending he had not thought of anything.
"Seven days," Xiao Fan said.
Zi Yan narrowed her eyes.
"Seven days?"
"Mm."
Xiao Fan said, "Within seven days, Zhuli and the others will handle the clan affairs. You'll go to the Dragon Pool to stabilize your bloodline, and I'll go to the Thunder Pool to temper my body."
A slight change came over Zi Yan's eyes.
"You're going to the Thunder Pool?"
Zhu Zhong had been standing nearby, pretending to be composed. Upon hearing this, he immediately looked over.
"The Void Thunder Pool?"
Xiao Fan nodded.
"I want to take a look."
Zhu Zhong bared his teeth.
"Kid, that place isn't somewhere you can just take a look at."
Zhu Lie said flatly, "The silver lightning at the outskirts tempers the body. The dark lightning in the middle layer harms the soul. In the depths, even ordinary Demi-Saints dare not remain long beneath the Black Demon Lightning."
Zhuxuan added, "Although your body is strong, the Void Thunder Pool is no ordinary lightning. Its lightning power has accumulated for countless years within spatial turbulence—berserk, chaotic, and masterless. If you forcibly absorb it, the slightest carelessness could damage your meridians and foundation."
Xiao Fan nodded.
"That's why I'll start from the outskirts."
Zi Yan looked at him without speaking.
She did not believe him.
Xiao Fan felt a little guilty under her gaze.
He truly would not remain only at the outskirts.
To him, ordinary silver lightning had limited effect. What truly tempted him was the lingering might emitted by the Black Demon Lightning in the depths of the Thunder Pool.