Holy herb?! Huang Xiaolong was stunned silly. He thought the Ice Soul Fruit was some sort of treasure!

When the white-haired old man saw the expressions on their faces, he was shocked, “Are you not here for the Ice Soul Fruit?”

Chuckling softly, Huang Xiaolong explained, “This is the first time I’m hearing of the Ice Soul Fruit…”

Staring at Huang Xiaolong with widened eyes, the white-haired old man was stunned. The Ice Soul Fruit was a holy herb, and its worth was immeasurable! How could the youngster before him be unaware of it? There was no way he would believe a lie like that! 

With suspicious eyes, he stared at Huang Xiaolong.

Ignoring the white-haired old man, Huang Xiaolong continued to eat his Fiery Light Maize. He felt as though he had returned to Earth when he picked at the grains.

“What a pity… We don’t have meat to go with it.” Huang...