"It seemed the Crimson Sun Fruit's effects were not directly reflected in strength, but in an all-around enhancement of one's physique, agility, and even spirituality.
"The so-called strength of a hundred jin was perhaps merely one of the most intuitive and easily quantifiable manifestations for human martial artists."
He gained a deeper understanding of just how precious this fruit was.
Clearly, this fruit was far more valuable than what Fang Yuan had seen in Hu Lao San's records!
He hurriedly soothed Little Bean Sprout, who was on the verge of tears, then said to the wary Purple Sable:
"This is home. You are not allowed to run around, and you are not allowed to hurt anyone. Behave."
Perhaps Fang Yuan's tone had worked, or perhaps it truly sensed no danger here. The Purple Sable slowly relaxed.
Though it was still reluctant to let Little Bean Sprout touch it, it was no longer so agitated.
After Fang Yuan's repeated communication and warnings, the Purple Sable finally, albeit reluctantly, accepted its new surroundings.
Though it remained somewhat wary of the overly enthusiastic Little Bean Sprout, at least it no longer tried to flee at once.
Seeing the Purple Sable quiet down, Little Bean Sprout crouched beside the bed, her large eyes blinking as she watched it.
Then she looked up at her brother, her little hands twisting the corner of her clothes as she softly, timidly asked:
"Brother... c-can I give the little sable just a tiny bit of jerky? Just a little!"
Afraid her brother would refuse, she hastily added, "I... I can eat half a bowl less at noon! I'll save my jerky for it!"
She remembered her brother saying that jerky was important, stored food that could not be wasted.
But she liked this beautiful, magical little sable far