Wyatt Yardley silently put the stone in his hand aside.
His brows furrowed tightly, his gaze like a knife landing directly on Isaac Vaughn.
Suddenly, he sneered.
"Isn't your spiritual power quite agile? So precise in control that you can juice without breaking the pulp. Why didn't you use it yesterday? Was it not enough, or were you pretending not to know?"
These words struck, and Isaac Vaughn's face turned pale instantly.
He recalled yesterday when Wyatt Yardley was squatting on the ground, clumsily crushing Yellow Flame Fruit with a stone.
He stood from afar back then, scoffing in his heart.
Truly brainless, a mighty Cultivator doing such menial labor to please a female, cheap and useless.
But now?
He himself squatted there, wholeheartedly pressing juice just to make her happy.
More ironically, this scene was exposed by Wyatt Yardley in front of everyone.
His heart skipped a beat, unconsciously sneaking a glance at Seraphina Caldwell.
