Standing at the center of a clearing was a lone tree, swaying gently in the wind. It was an old, withered tree, but at the end of its branches were three red fruits exuding a powerful fragrance.
Inhaling the fragrance caused Caleb Li's blood to boil with excitement. With large strides, he approached the old tree, ready to pluck the fruits.
Halfway to the withered tree, three young people emerged from the forest, their gazes locking onto the fruits.
"Peng Huan, look!" a thin boy shouted, pointing at the three ripe fruits.
Peng Huan turned his head in the direction Ye Su was pointing and saw the fruits.
"Those are spirit fruits—the Golden Lotus Fruits," Peng Huan said in amazement. He did not expect them to find such a rare fruits after their bad luck.
Since entering the secret realm, they had been running from one powerful beast to another. But who would have thought their luck would turn so drastically?
