The Wolf King pondered for a moment.
"That makes sense. If I were in your position, I would have the same concerns. Whoever you are, I am growing more and more impressed by you."
As he spoke, the Wolf King spread open his palm.
The wolf-fang armor wrapped around his hand melted back into a quasi-liquid metal substance, swelling into a large lump in his palm.
When the lump burst open, it revealed a golden-yellow substance riddled with holes like a honeycomb.
Even through his mask, an overbearingly rich fragrance crashed into Meng Chao's nostrils, stinging his nasal membranes and cerebral nerves like strong liquor.
"This is the 'Yellow Crystal Fruit' recorded in many War Epics. You should know how miraculous its effects are."
The Wolf King said, "Perhaps you do not believe it is real, but as long as you break off a small piece and hold it in your mouth, you will know that I have neither the time nor the need to deceive you.
"Or do you need me to break off a piece and swallow it first before you can rest assured?"
"Yellow Crystal Fruit..."
Meng Chao slowly exhaled a breath of foul air.
"Jackal" Kanus, who had once secretly excavated countless lost temples, had indeed not selflessly handed over all his spoils to the Lion King and Tiger King. Instead, he had secretly hidden away the most valuable treasures.
Turanze's geological structure differed from that of the Monster Mountain Range. The Crystal Veins here lay deeper underground than those in the Monster Mountain Range, and with Turan Civilization's continually regressing technology, it was difficult to excavate and refine them directly.
Fortunately, the Ancient Turan People had long anticipated the trend of civilization's decline. They had cultivated a miraculous plant called the Mandala Tree, whose roots