The air in the rest area seemed to freeze.
Beads of sweat formed on Li Chaoqun's forehead as he quietly glanced at Luo Xiu's profile. Suddenly, he felt his body grow heavy, and he found it difficult to breathe. He had already experienced the oppressive might of Luo Xiu's aura when the man had gone to warn Granny Miaoyu.
"Mister Luo..." Li Chaoqun swallowed hard and called out in a soft voice.
Luo Xiu took a deep breath, reined in the terrifying pressure, and reached out to close the box. "There are two possibilities," he said.
"First, you're playing me.
"Second, someone else took the fruit."
Li Chaoqun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly, "I swear on the name of the Proud Sun Sect and on my very life that it is definitely not the first possibility!"
Luo Xiu's eyelids drooped. "The fragrance is still here, and it's quite rich," he said slowly. "This means it wasn't taken long ago."
