"How are these Moon Worship Sect people so poor?"
Zhao Tianxing was somewhat disappointed.
"Perhaps their resources aren't in silver coins," Chu Fan said, opening another bag they had found on the man in white.
Inside was a long object, carefully wrapped in oilcloth.
Unwrapping the oilcloth revealed a strangely shaped plant.
The plant was about half a foot long, its stem a dark purple, resembling a withered branch.
But at its tip grew three long, narrow leaves.
The leaves were so vibrant a green they looked as if they might drip, and a faint silver light seemed to flow within their veins.
The most peculiar part was that the three leaves clustered together, bearing a translucent, crystal-clear red berry the size of a grain of rice.
Although they couldn't name it, Chu Fan and Zhao Tianxing could clearly sense that the aura emanating from this plant was similar to the fruit from before!
It was the aura of life's very essence, a wave of vibrant vitality washing over them.
