"Iron Plow Fruit? From what you say, it seems not very precious, but this thing can withstand the tearing force of the vortex outside. Its hardness seems almost comparable to Nine-turn Steel," Shen Luo said.
"This matter is indeed strange. As far as I know, if the Iron Plow Fruit is stored for years, it does become harder, but it's never reached this level of hardness," Fire Spirit Child murmured with a frown.
"Well, you should investigate it carefully." Seeing Fire Spirit Child couldn't figure it out either, Shen Luo was somewhat disappointed and said a word before no longer paying attention to the matter.
Sun Wukong was still looking ahead; the golden light in his eyes grew brighter with flames casting faint shadows in his pupils.
"Sun Wukong's Golden Fire Eyes are indeed extraordinary!" Shen Luo silently mused.
