Yun chujiu listened to the little fatty’s words and nodded. The last time, Jin Hufa had mentioned snow fog fruit. It was said that this snow fog fruit matured once every hundred years.
However, because the area of its growth was close to the peak of the sacred mountain, there was no way to pick it. It could only wait for it to fall after it landed.
Unfortunately, for some unknown reason, there had been no snow fog fruit falling in the past three hundred years. Even those sent by the Yun family to check on it did not survive.
Now, they couldn’t even smell the fragrance. Could the snow fog tree be dead?
At this moment, in Yun Yantian’s study, Elder Yuheng and the others who were guarding the Yun family were reporting this matter.
“Family head, according to the time, the snow fog fruit is currently maturing. However, there isn’t the slightest fragrance wafting out. Something must have happened to the snow fog tree,”elder Yuheng said with a worried expression.
