In the crowd, a middle-aged man was patting a tree beside him and shouting loudly.
The tree beside him was as thick as a normal person's thigh, about two and a half to two and a half meters tall, and instead of leaves and branches, the top of the tree sprouted sheaves of rice, with clusters of heavy rice spikes hanging from the tips of the stems.
Ange glanced at it and immediately said, "It's fake."
"Fake?" Negris exclaimed in surprise, daring to fake it at such a conference?
"What's fake? You're saying my rice tree is fake? Are you blind, or are you doing this on purpose? Come here, take a good look, if you can find even a shred of evidence it's fake, I'll give you the whole rice cultivation," the middle-aged man shouted angrily.
Seeing him get angry, the people around persuasively said, "Master Maca, don't be angry, don't bother with these… well, a pet sub-dragon doesn't know what a rice tree is, just ignore it."
