When Xuan Long finally came back to the cave, Su Qinglan almost dropped the vines with which she was trying to weave a basket.
Because Xuan Long had dropped a whole mountain of fruits in front of her, glistening with dew. Red, green, yellow, even some that shimmered like they were glowing faintly in the dim light of the cave.
She blinked, rubbed her eyes once, then twice, thinking maybe she was dreaming.
"What… what are these?" she stammered, stumbling forward a few steps. The smell alone made her dizzy — it was sweet, fragrant, completely out of place in the dim cave.
She had searched for fruits before. In this world, real sweet fruits were like treasures. Most were either poisonous or tasted so sour that no one could eat them. Finding a truly sweet one was rare, and even if someone did find it, beasts usually guarded those trees fiercely.
But here… here was a whole mountain of them.
