Day followed night, and a year and a half passed in the blink of an eye.
Throughout that year and a half, not a sound emerged from the Void Lightning Pool. Even its usually violent lightning had grown much more subdued.
A year and a half later, two figures arrived above the Void Lightning Pool once again. They were Zi Yan and Zhu Ling.
"Zhu Ling, when do you think that stinker Xiao Yan will finally come out of seclusion?" Zi Yan asked, holding Zhu Ling's hand and pouting.
A full year and a half had passed since Xiao Yan entered seclusion. During that time, she had come here once every six months, yet never sensed the slightest movement from him.
She missed Xiao Yan terribly, and missed those days when he had thoroughly ravished her in her bedchamber...
Zhu Ling knew nothing of Zi Yan's thoughts. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the lightning pool beneath them, where she could faintly sense an exceedingly terrifying aura brewing in its depths.
Even she felt wary of that aura.
That little brat couldn't have gone looking for trouble with the nine profound golden lightning, could he?! Zhu Ling's delicate brows knitted together, worry rising in her heart.
That nine profound golden lightning possessed the strength of a Seven-Star Dou Saint. With Xiao Yan's strength, provoking that thing would be courting death, wouldn't it?
"What's wrong, Zhu Ling? Is there a problem?" Zi Yan asked curiously when she noticed the change in Zhu Ling's expression.
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it." Zhu Ling smiled and shook her head, reassuring Zi Yan.
Having dealt with Xiao Yan quite a few times, she knew he was not impulsive. With his intelligence, he would never recklessly risk his life by provoking the nine profound golden lightning.
"Let's