Seeing that the rat was fine, Fatty Kui stretched his hands greedily toward a glowing fruit, but Wu Shuan smacked his wrist. "Wait for Senior Brother Duan to check first, idiot!"
Senior Brother Duan stepped up, reached out, and plucked a single fruit.
The moment the stem snapped, the entire garden seemed to hold its breath. For one tense heartbeat, everyone waited for the ground to crack open, for hidden beasts to pounce, for lethal arrays to activate.
But nothing happened.
Duan inspected the fruit carefully, then split it open with his nail. A faint spiritual mist wafted out, and even from a distance Han Yu could feel the condensed qi within it. Duan's lips curved into a rare smile. "Spirit fruits. Pure, undamaged, and full of essence."
Fatty Kui's hands trembled as he held back from lunging. "Brother Duan… please say the word… please say the word…"
Han Yu could not resist a smirk. "If he doesn't say the word, Fatty Kui might actually explode."
