The Soaring Immortal Fruit could hardly have wished for anything better.
Only as his spiritual awareness steadily grew could he sense the benefits of Qingfeng's cultivation method and, in turn, use Qingfeng to improve himself.
The sun rose and set as Qingfeng and the Soaring Immortal Fruit entered meditation and cultivated together.
Between cultivation sessions, Qingfeng would also chat with the Soaring Immortal Fruit.
The meaning the Soaring Immortal Fruit conveyed grew clearer and clearer. In Qingfeng's view, the Soaring Immortal Fruit might startle him at any moment by speaking in a human voice.
That was a scene he had imagined; it had yet to happen.
"I just don't know whether you can survive apart from the Soaring Immortal Grass once you ripen," Qingfeng sighed.
The Soaring Immortal Grass nurtured the Soaring Immortal Fruit, and its true essence lay in the fruit.
If the fruit could not leave the Soaring Immortal Grass, it would have to remain rooted here, and he would be unable to take it out with him.
Qingfeng had asked the Soaring Immortal Fruit about this before, but the fruit could not give him a clear answer either.
After all, he had never experienced anything like it. The Soaring Immortal Fruit from ten thousand years ago had been picked by the Immortal Alchemist before it had fully ripened.
Qingfeng could only set these matters aside for now. It was too early to think about them.
As the saying went, a ripe melon fell from its stem. Presumably, the same would hold true for the Soaring Immortal Fruit when the time came.
Outside the Soaring Immortal Land, Zhu Fancheng had remained there studying the formation seal.
He opened his eyes and looked toward the formation.
Traces of wonder and helplessness showed in his eyes.
He had been here