"Huh?"
Rubbing the glistening morning dew on the cluster of bright red fruit in his hand, Xing Yan was deeply puzzled.
Who would come in the middle of the night to bring me a bunch of fruit?
Having grown up poor in a mountain village, Xing Yan naturally had years of experience picking and eating wild fruit. One look at how these Vermilion Fruits grew, followed by a sniff of their scent, told him that they were not only harmless but certain to be delicious.
As he bit into the sweet, juicy flesh, his thoughts began to turn.
This really is strange! Here I am, Hall Master Zhang, and aside from Chen Ziping, I've hardly made any friends in the Shangqing Palace on Mount Luofu. And Brother Chen certainly wouldn't come bringing me fruit and vegetables in the dead of night!
Could I have accidentally saved some tiger, leopard, or other wild beast before? And now it's brought something in its jaws to repay my kindness...
Faced with this curious occurrence, Xing Yan could not help recalling the tales of spirits and marvels he had often read.
Er... no. If it were a tiger or leopard, it ought to have brought a mountain fowl or wild pheasant!
Could it have been a bird I saved? Er... I really can't remember. Perhaps it was too long ago.
"That still doesn't make sense!"
Having finished the fruit, Xing Yan was walking over to the cold spring to wash his hands when he suddenly realized how strained his explanation had been, and how much of it failed to hold together.
Whatever the case, I've been on Mount Luofu for less than a month. There couldn't be any birds or beasts here coming to repay my kindness!
*Mm! One thing is certain: that