A moment later, outside Inlaid City.
Qin He sprawled carelessly in a recliner. A table stood before him, bearing three plates of green fruit.
Behind the fruit plates stood the Three Ancestors, their faces twitching as they struggled to suppress it.
Qin He had said he wanted to eat fruit, so the Three Ancestors had to stay and eat fruit with him. Refusing to eat meant refusing to give him face.
When an expert made a move, one immediately knew whether they had the real thing.
The Three Ancestors did not dare refuse him face.
Old Wolf Ancestor in particular looked withered and scorched, as miserable as could be.
As a late-stage Divine Bridge Realm expert, it was already difficult for him to maintain even a shred of composure. This showed how deeply he had been injured—Lang Qing had dug him out from dozens of zhang beneath the ground.
The fruit set before them was called Snake Thorn Fruit.
It was a wild fruit that was both sour and astringent. If unripe, it was mildly toxic. It contained no spiritual energy of heaven and earth and grew along the edges of deserts. Only those on the verge of dying from thirst and hunger would use such fruit to fill their stomachs.
This was absolutely not "good fruit."
Meanwhile, before Qin He sat a plate of dark fruit that glimmered faintly, crystalline and lustrous as jade.
They were unmistakably Ink Spirit Fruits from Black Wind Mountain!
The plate was piled full, with more than thirty fruits.
Even if the three of them made the trip personally, gathering such a quantity would be difficult.
Qin He picked up an Ink Spirit Fruit and tossed it into his mouth, asking though he already knew the answer, "Why aren't you three eating?"
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