After one day and eighteen lightning strikes, the tribulation clouds finally dissipated and a ten-colour rain fell from the sky.
Once the rain stopped, Zhen Yuan ran to Shen Xu.
"Xiaoxu." He called but Shen Xu shook his head and smiled.
"Don't worry, I am fine." The double said.
Although he was tired and his spirit was a bit depressed, all his injuries were healed. He would be fine after refining a blood-replenishing pill and having a good rest.
"Brother Yuan…" Shen Xu excitedly called; his eyes gleaming with happiness.
"Guess what kind of golden core I condensed."
"One colour golden core?" Zhen Yuan teased and Shen Xu rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"Guess again."
"Three-colour golden core."
When Shen Xu heard this, his eyes widened and he looked at Zhen Yuan with a curious expression.
"Come to think of it…" He started and Zhen Yuan nodded before explaining.
