Since Chu Yi couldn't find suitable Mysterious Iron Stones, he didn't feel like wandering the streets anymore. He bought some snacks and returned to the inn.
About half an hour later, the little fatty came back too.
He excitedly pulled out a pomegranate from his trousers and cheerfully handed one to Chu Yi.
"Eat, this thing is really good."
No wonder the little fatty disappeared in a flash—he must have gone to steal pomegranates.
"I won't eat it, your unclean thing."
Chu Yi always instinctively rejected things the little fatty stole.
"Ah, if you don't eat it, you're wasting my efforts. You have no idea how much energy I spent to get an extra one."
"I don't care how much effort you put in, I just won't eat it."
Chu Yi had his own principles.
The little fatty didn't care and started to gobble them down.
Chu Yi suddenly remembered the Spiritual Liquid he had before; he hoped the little fatty would quickly finish eating and continue to practice martial arts.