Although a lot remained uncertain, it seemed quite likely that Loretta was connected to his mission target.
Recalling what he'd gained on this trip, Fu Qian decided not to rush things for now.
He'd already made his way deep into enemy territory, after all. He might as well wait and see what happened.
Besides, Loretta had said he could come to her with any questions. He'd have plenty of chances to confirm a few things with her.
Oh, right. What else had she said?
Food.
Fu Qian slapped his forehead. Now that he was back in a mortal body, he was much worse at controlling his hunger. He could already feel the fatigue of running low on energy.
Remembering what Loretta had told him, Fu Qian got out of bed and went outside. After walking a couple of steps, he spotted food on the table in the corridor—two pale, delicate-looking fruits.
As Loretta had said, they must have been left by someone who couldn't finish them and wanted to share.
So the reclusive masters really did live on wind and dew. They couldn't even finish such a tiny portion. It seemed Loretta wasn't the only one with a small appetite!
Looking at the two fruits, each barely bigger than a kumquat, Fu Qian let out a long sigh.
At the same time, he didn't turn up his nose at them. He took them back with complete seriousness.
Though small, the fruits had been washed very clean, and they looked plump and juicy.
Fu Qian casually wiped one on his clothes and took a bite.
He wasn't expecting some thousand-year-old jade fruit that would grant him sixty years of cultivation. He just wanted something he could swallow.
To his surprise, the taste was delightful. There were no wriggling giant maggots inside,