"Ginseng Fruit is the immortal fruit that safeguards our temple. We already offered one at the last Hundred Fruit Immortal Gathering, and there are few left now, so it probably won't appear." Qingfeng paused in surprise, then smiled.
Ao Hong's expression darkened slightly at those words.
Shen Luo noticed the change in Ao Hong's expression, and a thought stirred in his mind.
He naturally knew of Ginseng Fruit's great renown. Since Ao Hong had asked about it, could this be the fruit he sought for the East Sea Dragon King?
"Don't be disappointed just yet, Brother Ao. The person presiding over the Hundred Fruit Immortal Gathering decides which spirit fruits to offer. I don't know myself, so there might still be Ginseng Fruit," Qingfeng hastily added upon seeing his reaction.
"Let's hope so." Ao Hong's taut expression relaxed a little, and he gave a wry smile.
The three talked as they walked and soon arrived outside a great hall deep within Wuzhuang Temple.
The entire hall was built of glazed jade, glittering with crystalline light, and all its furnishings were made of the same material.
The hall was enormous, spanning two to three hundred zhang, with several hundred seats arranged inside. Most were already occupied.
At the far end of the hall stood a long stone dais, apparently reserved for the hosts. No one was seated there yet.
The arrival of Shen Luo and his companions drew considerable attention, and many gazes immediately turned toward them.
Most of the cultivators looked at Ao Hong. With dragon aura suffusing his body, it would have been difficult for him not to attract attention.
A few also looked at Shen Luo and whispered among themselves, their discussions all concerning the Three Realms Martial Meet.
Shen Luo felt rather helpless. He had never intended