The Departed Spirit

"What is this?" Wang Jing was surprised. She gazed at the little grain held in his son’s palm, failing to make out what it was at first glance.

"Isn’t this a strange fruit?" Chu Zhiyuan remained relatively calm. Although he had never encountered a strange fruit before, he was still reminded of it at his first glance.

"Yes! This is a strange fruit!" Chu Feng frankly admitted.

"What?!"

When they heard his affirmative answer, both Wang Jing and Chu Zhiyuan showed a look of surprise. They could no longer remain calm as both of them were astounded.

They knew at what hefty price something like this could be sold for.

Shuntian was the trading center of the north; it was one of the country’s largest cities. Things like strange fruits were rarely sold at stores, and on the shelves of the shop that did sell these fruits, they were usually sold at a hefty price.