Shuanghu Island.
In front of an ancient building.
A white-haired old man was lying on a recliner, leisurely basking in the sun.
"Thirteenth Uncle."
Chen Xianhe raised his head and smiled.
"He's here."
"Yes."
Chen Daoxuan didn't seem to be surprised. He casually found a low stool and sat down. He reached out to pick up a spiritual fruit from the fruit plate beside the recliner and put it into his mouth.
He chewed on the fiery red spirit fruit, and immediately, a fragrant smell rose in his mouth.
"Oh, this Changping Prefecture's Fire Crystal Fruit tastes really good."
Seeing Chen Daoxuan's gluttonous look, Chen Xianhe smiled and said,""The Fire Crystal Fruit is a treasure as famous as my Chen Family's Water Spirit Pearl. Long-term consumption is extremely beneficial to low-level cultivators."
