After this brief interlude, the two of them resumed soaking in the Blood Spring.
Once their skin touched the Blood Spring, that faint prickling pain immediately followed, as if countless needles were piercing directly into their pores and penetrating the deepest layers of their nerves.
It was a bit painful, but bearable.
However, this pain would gradually deepen with time and reach Xiao Zhan and his companion's limit of endurance in one hour.
This was also the reason why they only allowed themselves an hour's time.
Submerging himself fully into the Blood Spring, Xiao Zhan carefully felt this bone-deep transformative change.
Time also swiftly passed in this immersive painful experience.
Not knowing how much time had elapsed, and just when Xiao Zhan felt he could hardly hold on any longer, suddenly, there came a faint sound of movement from the shore.
Like a mouse stealing food!
"Thief!"
Xiao Zhan was alarmed. The Spirit Fruits were still on the shore; they mustn't be stolen.
