Xie Ziyuan stared at the basket of apples in the warehouse. That ghostly woman hadn't touched it or exchanged it with the game currency, gold coins.
Nearly two weeks had passed ever since she planted this tree and in total, it had been harvested three times. Now, there were twelve apples in the basket.
The fruit itself was unusual. More special than the rice and sweet potatoes which had low pollution levels.
Its surface glistened, red and yellow. Faint fragrance permeated the air; the aroma was indescribably pleasant. Xie Ziyua sniffed the apple and unhesitatingly took a bite.
It was crisp and sweet, like honey. He munched on it and swallowed it. In an instant, spiritual energy rushed to his body.
He was momentarily startled, not expecting this apple to be so potent. The moment he touched this apple, he also determined something.
The pollution level was… zero!
