The middle-aged man could do nothing but present himself in front of Lu Yun as ordered. The young man reached out and took a flaming red fruit from the baskets hanging off the carrying pole. He crunched noisily after taking a bite.

“Although this flame fruit isn’t a spirit fruit, it tastes not bad.” A nodding Lu Yun smacked his lips.

“If the gentleman likes, this humble one can give you all of these fruits,” the trembling man offered with fear and reluctance.

“Lu Yun!” hectored the Lu second master, unable to accept what was happening in front of him.

Lu Yun paid his uncle no mind and cocked his head, sizing up the seemingly honest and simple man. A gentle smile played on his lips. “Yo, you’d win an Oscar if you were on Earth.”

“An Oscar? What is that?” Both the Lu second master and middle-aged man blinked when they heard the unfamiliar word.

Lu Yun reached out and gently caressed the man’s face.

Smack!

He suddenly wound his hand back and slapped the man across the face. How...