What did he mean? Xi Haitang abruptly raised his head to look at him. He had thrown down a Boundless Fruit and made this demand—an instant sense of crude, overbearing force washed over him. Since when had Boundless Fruits become so cheap?
It felt like: I have money, I'm amazing, and I can do whatever I want.
After his shock, Xi Haitang secretly gave a bitter smile. This thing gave the other man every right to be simple and crude. There was hardly any room for anyone else to choose.
Wen Hua was somewhat dumbfounded. He had thought he had misheard and seriously suspected there had been some mistake. Give him a Boundless Fruit just for this exchange? Since when had Boundless Fruits become so worthless?
His daughter was certainly precious, but compared to a few slaps and gaining a Boundless Fruit, she seemed scarcely worth mentioning.
However, his mind was temporarily on nothing else. What concerned him most now was whether this thing before him was truly a Boundless Fruit.
His gaze paused on Niu Youdao's face, then dropped to the Boundless Fruit. He tentatively pointed at it and asked, "This is the Boundless Fruit?" He seemed to be seeking confirmation.
Niu Youdao was very generous, gesturing for him to go ahead.
Wen Hua drew a deep breath. He could already smell that refreshing, soul-soothing fragrance. Slowly, he stretched out his hand, slowly grasped the Boundless Fruit, then slowly brought it before his eyes. He examined it slowly, turning it over and over. The more he looked, the more agitated he became. His breathing gradually grew disordered, and he seemed unable to control his emotions.
He could basically confirm that it was a fruit, but the world had never seen a fruit that glowed like this. It should undoubtedly