Under Cen Lizhui's miraculous attempt, they actually managed to create the Wuyou Immortal Fruit.
Chen Muxue looked at the mysterious Elixir, and for a moment, she didn't even dare to reach out and take it.
"It's fine, at worst, we can refine another one." Cen Lizhui casually handed the Wuyou Immortal Fruit to Chen Muxue.
Despite his calm demeanor and tactful air, as if the Wuyou Immortal Fruit was nothing to him, his slightly trembling hand had already revealed his inner thoughts.
This thing was really hard to make; if it got ruined, he couldn't guarantee he could make another one...
Cen Lizhui swallowed a gulp, watching as Chen Muxue carefully received the Wuyou Immortal Fruit with both hands.
Seeing the Wuyou Immortal Fruit steadily fall into her hands, only then did Cen Lizhui take a long breath of relief.
Chen Muxue cherished it dearly, then picked up the iron pot that seemed to be trembling as if asking for credit and said, "Let's go, we're heading to the Chu Family."
