Yang Zhen and Scoundrel Cat both were taken aback, exchanging bewildered looks.
"A Millennium Daoist Origin Fruit?" Scoundrel Cat hesitantly asked.
"You planted this?" Yang Zhen's eyes widened.
They looked at each other. Scoundrel Cat quickly took out a fruit, cradling it in shock as he asked, "Is this thing called a Millennium Daoist Origin Fruit?"
Yang Zhen swallowed hard, looking uncertainly at Scoundrel Cat, and took a deep breath, "What's your relationship with Mountain River Academy? Don't tell me you are their ancient founder?"
Scoundrel Cat rolled his eyes, "An ancient founder my ass. I wish I was their ancient founder – at least then I'd have people serving me tea and water. But yeah, what the hell is Mountain River Academy? I've never heard of it."
"Then how did you end up in their sealed territory and plant this Millennium Daoist Origin Fruit?"
