The old woman's conversation with Feng Jun ended there. She clearly needed some time to process what had happened to her.
More than ten hours later, after performing a Divination, Feng Jun handed her another fruit. "Eat it. Don't try anything."
Lin Jielin took it and swallowed it without hesitation. After all this time, no one had come looking for her, and she understood her situation perfectly well—if they wanted to kill her, they had plenty of ways to do it. There was no need to go through so much trouble.
Of course, it was not that she lacked the courage to preserve her dignity, nor could she completely rule out the possibility that the fruit was harmful. But she could clearly feel her body recovering. How could she give up the chance to extend her life?
In fact, even if it could not extend her lifespan, she would not refuse the fruit so long as it could restore some of her vitality.
For some elderly people, death was not frightening. What they wanted more was to live healthily until the end of their lives. A life with quality was truly a life; a life without quality was merely existing.
After swallowing the fruit, she tasted something vaguely familiar. It was not particularly delicious, but she remembered the flavor somewhat. Unable to restrain herself, she asked, "Is it a plant?"
"You don't need to ask," Feng Jun replied. He was no saint; if he could avoid trouble, he absolutely would. With a blank expression, he said, "Knowing too much won't be good for you. Understand?"
The old woman understood immediately. Though she was so old that her mind was nearly sluggish, certain logic had been carved deep into her bones—if elderly people like her learned that this thing could be