Chapter 37: Purple Striae Soul Fruits
Deep within the dense ancient woods, two figures lay completely flat against the damp soil, their breathing deliberately slowed to the absolute minimum.
One was a young woman wearing the deep purple robes of an Azure Cloud Sect inner disciple.
Beside her lay a young man clad in the dark, richly embroidered robes of the Graves family.
The alliance between the two factions had paid off early for these two; they had been teleported relatively close to one another and had met luckily by chance.
Right now, however, both of their faces were extremely solemn, and their eyes were fixed on a clearing about a hundred paces ahead.
In the center of the clearing stood a huge, ancient tree.
Hanging from its branches were exactly ten purple-colored fruits.
Purple Striae Soul Fruits.
Consuming just one of those fruits could save a cultivator months of training.
But neither of them dared to take a single step forward.
