Chapter 519: The Pulp is Not Sweet, The Rotten Wood Does Not Last

May marks the beginning of the rainy season, with unpredictable weather, elusive like the Divine Spirits. Moments ago, the sky was shrouded in clouds, and now it's suddenly clear and bright. The westward sun falls into view, making one's heart dizzy.

"Haha! Sweet fruits are eaten by people and birds, they won't have a good end eventually!... Sour fruits, birds don't eat. Even if they are made into dried fruits, no one wants to eat them. Even if they eat them, they will vomit them out, turning into sour and bitter fruit dregs!... These fruit dregs are good, I would rather be a fruit dreg!"

Uguel's robe was open, sweating profusely, sometimes angry, sometimes happy. He muttered incessantly, almost like a madman, not at all resembling the Elder Priest. Fortunately, although his emotions fluctuated, he kept his mouth secured, not letting out a word he shouldn't.