The Red King looked at the half-cut mystical fruit in the boy's hand, the exposed seed so crystal clear it seemed like the most perfect jade in the world, faintly flowing with countless intricate, mysterious black spells.
For the first time in two hundred years of scheming, the king's expression changed, and a solemn emotion flickered in his eyes as he murmured, "Colorless Jade, enough to brew the third supreme's prototype. It's a pity, even after planning for so many years, it ends up lost. I truly can't fathom how someone in this world could refuse me?"
Skylark clenched the half of the fruit, or rather, just half of its flesh.
The scent flowing from this half of the fruit was intoxicating, the balance of life and death perfectly maintained, it was a power sufficient to reverse life and death, ten times more potent than the Eternal Bone, yet lacking the truly essential core.
"You won."
