The youth's words made the black fruit tremble.
"Heh heh."
"What's the point of telling me this? I'm not the one who imprisoned you here. If you want to leave, go talk to that Sect Leader Xiao of yours."
The youth remained indifferent.
He cast a casual glance at the black fruit.
"If you damned people hadn't refused to let your souls scatter, clinging to life through this Resurrection Fruit Tree, how would we have ended up imprisoned here?"
"Hahaha..."
The black fruit roared with laughter.
"No wonder you have an inborn flawless body. You really are innocent. What should or shouldn't happen means nothing in this world. If it did, every cultivator ought to die."
The patterns on the black fruit twisted incessantly.
It taunted the youth. "Every mouthful of spiritual qi you refine shortens the lifespans of living beings. Since you're so upright and kind, why are you still alive?"
The youth said nothing.
He closed his eyes again and immersed himself in cultivation.
The black fruit also fell silent, leaving only the screams that kept ringing out.
Chen Lin also noticed something else.
The bodies of the people writhing on the ground were growing increasingly shriveled.
Once they shriveled to a certain point, they merged completely into the ground, while fruits bearing their faces grew on the branches.
Curious,
Chen Lin extended his perception to examine the tree.
He sensed nine boughs on the tree, each bearing a Black Fruit the size of a human head. The other fruits were all small and seemed to supply energy to these larger ones.
"Who's there!"
Just as Chen Lin was about to communicate with Feng Wanding's Fruit, the Black Fruit on that bough suddenly shuddered and let out a sinister growl.
The shout struck like a club to the