"Am I dying, Daoist Brother?" Duck Egg spoke with an apparent lack of concern, but the hand that held the snack trembled slightly, revealing that his state of mind was not as unconstrained as his tone suggested.
Yi Chen sighed and consoled him, "Don't be scared, it's not that serious. You just absolutely must not try to predict anything actively anymore, except for fragments of dreams you have at night."
"Mm, tell Daoist Brother what you want to eat, and Daoist Brother will buy it for you."
The mystical power of the Creation Profound Primordial Fruit would surge in consumption when making an active prediction. Yi Chen conjectured that Duck Egg had been able to survive until now probably because the Creation Profound Primordial Fruit was not yet ripe, otherwise, with a child's frail essence, energy, and spirit, he couldn't possibly withstand such a divine object.
