The Bluebird was certain that it had been watching the whole time without a single mistake, yet he had managed to gather so many fruits right under its nose without a hint of warning!
How did he do it?
"Thank you, brother." She had already settled down and no longer wanted to probe the other's mysterious methods.
After all, whenever her brother had good stuff, he'd never hide it away and always shared generously. As a cultivator, who doesn't have some skills and secrets stashed away? She herself hadn't completely told the truth either, fair is fair.
The Purple Smoke Fruit, cleaned and glistening, was soft and sweet to bite into. The deep purple juice was abundant with softly absorbing spiritual energy, and even though the Bluebird was left wanting after finishing one, she still sensibly offered a washed fruit, saying, "Brother, try it, it's so tasty!"
