While the siblings were in the illusion for their trial, Xu Fan began to perceive his own body.
"Although I eventually devoured the Dead Soul Insect, I still lost almost half of my soul power."
"The burden on my spiritual power and mind power has increased, and it will take at least half a year to recuperate."
Xu Fan was not too concerned about his injuries, as long as he could recover, it was not a permanent damage.
"First, set a small target: not to leave the sect within ten years."
"Also, stay away from Zhu Jiao."
Xu Fan waved his hand and released a set of tea utensils, taking out a jar of spirit tea that had a calming effect on the mind.
He poured spirit water into the teapot, and a small flame appeared at the bottom of the teapot.
"When I go back, I must refine more puppet beasts; otherwise, it will be too insecure if I really have to go out."
Drinking tea while pondering future matters.
