Taiqing and the monk Cheng Zhen possessed ethereal immortal bearing, yet their words made Su Hao's heart jolt.
When Su Hao heard the words "Primordial Dao Fruit," delight appeared on his face.
A Dao Fruit was of utmost importance to immortals, a symbol of status and strength.
Even the lowest-grade Dao Fruit would be far too extravagant as a meeting gift.
"Thank you, senior disciple brothers." Su Hao hurriedly expressed his thanks.
Yet the monk and Daoist merely smiled. Their figures gradually faded away, dispersing like mist and clouds.
"No, you haven't given me the Dao Fruit yet! Where's the thing?"
Su Hao tried to grab Taiqing's sleeve, but his hand caught nothing.
The two simply vanished.
"When the time comes, it will naturally appear before you. We will not contend for it, but others will contend with you! You must have the strength to catch it!"
Taiqing's voice seemed to drift from an immeasurable distance, falling into Su Hao's ears.
"If I have to fight for it and take it myself, can that still be called a gift? Can that still be called a present?"
Su Hao was greatly annoyed, feeling as though he had been played.
Yet no matter how he pressed for answers, the void remained silent, with no further response.
"It's fine if I have to get it myself, but at least explain it clearly!"
"Where are you?"
"Damn it!"
Su Hao settled for the next best thing. If he could at least figure it out and get some clue, that would do.
He hated riddlers most of all!
After shouting several times in a row, the two seemed as though they had never appeared at all, offering no response whatsoever.
"Su Hao, haven't you already succeeded in transcending the tribulation? What are you yelling for?"