Zhao Jianlong said anxiously,
"What's wrong with the Golden Spirit Fruit?"
"Is there a problem?"
Zhou Yu didn't speak. He just stared intently at the Golden Spirit Fruit.
According to his knowledge of the Golden Spirit Fruit, it should be golden all over, yet this particular Golden Spirit Fruit had a faint blackness within it.
What was that?
Zhou Yu repeatedly examined it with Divine Sense and, after a long while, he suddenly thought of a possibility.
"Could it be..."
Zhou Yu's eyes flashed, and he immediately looked up and said,
"Elder Zhao, it's nothing."
"I now need a quiet room where no one will disturb me."
"No problem, I'll arrange it right away,"
Zhao Jianlong said hastily.
"Fei'er, take Little Yu to the ancestral hall by the lake in the backyard."
"Okay, great-grandfather,"
Zhao Fei'er, pulling Zhou Yu along, came to a pavilion by the lake behind the Zhao family villa.
