After thinking it over, Wang Chen decided not to let Yuan Yuan's heartfelt kindness go to waste.
He took the Vermilion Fruits into the meditation chamber.
These Vermilion Fruits were about the size of cherries, perfectly round and the color of agate, glowing with a breathtaking crimson, as though they were crystallized flames.
Wang Chen picked up a Vermilion Fruit and examined it closely. A clear, spiritual fragrance rushed up his nose, and his mouth immediately watered.
He could not help swallowing.
It was as if a tiny person in his mind was frantically shouting, "Eat it!"
Forcing down his desire to devour it, Wang Chen brought the Vermilion Fruit to his lips and carefully bit through its skin.
Yuan Yuan would surely never harm him.
But when he did not know the true nature of the Vermilion Fruit, it was always best to be cautious.
Wang Chen intended to taste just a little first, then eat the whole fruit if there was no problem.
Yet an incomparably sweet and refreshing juice instantly flowed into his mouth, sliding down his throat and straight into his stomach.
Wang Chen immediately felt waves of warmth rise in his stomach, swiftly soaking through his five viscera and six bowels before reaching every limb and bone!
His entire body felt as though it had been immersed in a hot spring, comfortable beyond measure.
But after only a moment, every bone in Wang Chen's body began to emit fine vibrations at once. The Vermilion Fruit's medicinal power had actually pierced through bone walls harder than refined steel and seeped into his marrow cavities!
Numbness, itching, soreness, pain—every kind of strange sensation radiated from his two hundred and seven bones.
It was as if his bones were being reforged and his marrow cleansed!
Amid the intense