"What a pity, only half of its medicinal power remains!"
David Jones raised his eyebrows slightly, deep in thought.
The Thunderstorm fruit in his palm was about 5 cm in diameter, with a purple-brown skin and blue-purple scale-like calyx. It exuded an aura as vigorous as thunder.
The only downside was that it had been preserved for too long, causing the originally firm and elastic Thunderstorm fruit to appear a little wrinkled.
David hesitated for a moment and accelerated the circulation of Arcane Force in his body. He turned the pupils of his eyes a brilliant golden color, attempting to determine the exact age of the Thunderstorm fruit.
"A thousand years? No, much more, ten thousand years?"
David shook his head, increasingly curious about the existence of Buddha Tower.
He couldn't see the specific age of the Thunderstorm fruit, but he knew that this fruit had experienced at least ten thousand years.
