Barely half an hour after entering the pool, Liu Fusheng could no longer endure the powerful medicinal energy within the Dragon Transformation Pool. He abruptly leaped into the air and out of the pool.
Liu Fusheng looked utterly bedraggled. His skin had turned an eerie red, like a boiled prawn!
Panting softly, Liu Fusheng worked to settle his turbulent aura somewhat before speaking with guilt written across his face:
"Imperial Father, your son is truly useless. I have disappointed you."
His voice carried a trace of trembling helplessness, and his eyes were filled with self-reproach and dejection.
"As long as you did your best, that is enough. Hurry back and enter seclusion!"
Liu Changxu's gaze was gentle as he spoke in a warm tone:
With that, he shifted his gaze away from Liu Fusheng and back to those still in the pool.
Seeing that his father did not blame him, Liu Fusheng quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Not daring to delay another moment, he immediately turned into a streak of light and swiftly left the Dragon Palace.
At that moment, everyone who remained in the Dragon Transformation Pool was immersed in the arduous process of refining the medicinal energy. None of them noticed that someone had already left.
Each of them circulated their cultivation method with all their might, trying to make the pool's medicinal energy their own. Yet its potency far exceeded their expectations, and none of them was in good shape. Their faces were flushed bright red, like thoroughly cooked prawns, while beads of sweat the size of beans rolled ceaselessly down their foreheads.
By comparison, Xiao Zier and Zhao Qi'er, the two women with the highest cultivation, along with Blue-Scaled Flood Dragon Liu Changlan, had a somewhat easier time.
Even so, beads of sweat had begun