"These were already prepared for you, so do whatever you want with them. Don't even mention taking them away—hell, if you brought them home to feed the pigs, nobody would bat an eye."
Leaning back in his chair, rubbing his belly, Li Changhe waved his big hand as he spoke.
Ji Yuan thought of the Spirit Pigs he was raising on Mist Island, and figured they didn't deserve fruit this fine—it'd be a waste.
After Ji Yuan put away the remainder of the Spirit Fruit, Li Changhe snapped his fingers. The multi-tiered pavilion shrank and shifted, transforming into a gazebo perched atop the mountain peak.
The two men's bodies slipped smoothly and naturally back to their original spots.
Noticing the curiosity in Ji Yuan's eyes, Li Changhe took the initiative to explain: "The entire mountain has actually been refined into a Spiritual Artifact. Not much practical use, but it's plenty for party tricks."
