"Ah, that's it? Do you want to hear anything else, or shall I start by telling you something?" Chen Nuo looked at Mingyue, knowing what he meant, but he wasn't feigning modesty.
It was just that, apart from that, he couldn't perceive anything else—it's tough to cook without rice, and surely they couldn't expect him to concoct a story without a twinge of conscience.
Mingyue pursed his lips; he had hoped to hear how this gentleman could praise their Ginseng Fruit to the skies, but to receive such a reply was quite disappointing.
Master Zhenyuan didn't speak; in fact, he felt the same way about eating Ginseng Fruit—it was nothing more than a thirst-quenching fruit for him, as it truly had no other use.
But who was he by status and cultivation? And what were the status and identity of this mortal? Why did this mortal have no reaction at all? It was indeed very strange.
Or was it that this mortal truly possessed that kind of fortune, causing the fruit to have no effect on him?
