Fan Wuyi gazed upon an elderly man who appeared to be in his sixties, tall and upright with a scholarly elegance. His skin was rosy and lustrous, and not a single white hair could be found on his head. However, what set Fan Wuji apart most distinctively were his eyes, which resembled two unfathomable vortexes; anyone who made eye contact seemed as if their soul might be sucked into those swirling depths.
But in fact, Fan Wuyi was nearly three hundred years old.
He had arrived in Shen City after The Gengshen Incident, being one of the very first to settle in what was at the time a small county town, and bore witness to its earth-shattering transformation over the past three hundred years.
The Fan Family was originally the first cultivator force to reach Shen City, even predating the Tantai Family.
"Cuilang, do these two fruits possess any peculiar qualities?"
After staring at the fruits on the tree for quite some time, Fan Wuyi casually asked this question.
