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"Why won't this pillar of light disappear?"
Chu Xin lay on a tree branch, one hand grasping the limb, the other propping up her delicate little chin, her round, wide eyes filled with longing as she stared at the Divine Sword Fruit within arm's reach, constantly swallowing saliva.
The delicious fruit was right before her eyes, yet she could only look but not eat—it was truly agonizing.
Moreover, many baddies were coming to snatch the fruit, and she was growing a bit impatient.
She looked down at the Divine Sword Pond below and noted that the water level was still falling slowly. She couldn't help but sigh softly, "It's not ripe yet."
Grandpa had said that they must wait until the big tree stopped absorbing water from the pond for the fruit to ripen. They still had to wait.
