Then he said a sentence that made Wang Ba's heart ripple again, although it was a guess, his tone was extremely firm:
"You... are cultivating, aren't you?"
Wang Ba calmly nodded:
"Your guess is correct, don't worry."
"That Liu Jin, he..."
Bu Chan suddenly remembered Wang Yi'an outside the Sect and came back to his senses, shouting anxiously.
Wang Ba's gaze slightly shifted outside the Sect, seeing Wang Yi'an under the thunderstorm still desperately trying to merge True Martial and Sword Dao but always unable to make them harmoniously blend.
The extremely calm heart immediately began to weigh quickly.
Finally, he suddenly raised his sleeve.
From his sleeve, a pitch-black, shriveled fruit flew out directly, passed through the Sect Array, and fell into Wang Yi'an's hand under the thunderstorm.
"This is..."
Wang Yi'an was full of confusion.
But immediately, he heard his father's seemingly emotionless voice beside his ear:
"This is 'Yin Fruit', take it."
