Mr. Shen, Can Your Wooden Boat Be Rented to the Navy?!

Shen Le's face grew increasingly stiff, increasingly pale. He really couldn't just enter Secret Realms whenever he pleased!

He really needed to stay far away from them!

Although when he repaired the barrier, he had been extremely, extremely far away—so far that he had no idea how great the distance was—and had relied entirely on spiritual power to operate it, that distance, to a great demon...

To a great demon whom even the Dragon Lord had to take seriously and specifically mention...

The distance he considered immense could probably be crossed by them in a single charge, or reached with a casual strike...

Could he withstand that?

Or could the Copper Fragment react automatically and protect him?

It was really hard to say!

The Dragon Lord sat leisurely beside him, smiling as he watched Shen Le's expression shift. He said nothing, merely nudging the fruit plate closer.

Shen Le unconsciously grabbed a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. His cheeks twitched from the sourness, and he abruptly came back to his senses.

When he shifted his gaze, he discovered that the plate he had taken the fruit from held a small dish of longan-sized fruits. Their skins were golden, delicate, and faintly translucent.

The bite he had just taken was sour beyond belief. A burst of sourness shot from his mouth straight to his forehead, jolting him fully awake.

Before he could even react, that sourness transformed into a crisp, cooling breath that surged directly into his mind.

After a round of high-intensity cultivation, his mind had been somewhat sluggish. But as that clear energy washed over him, it was like pouring an entire bottle of medicated oil straight into his brain. He instantly felt invigorated.

This fruit!

This fruit was ten times sourer than the fruit the landlady