He lifted the knife and cleanly severed the branch.
The hibiscus fruit trembled once, emerald-golden light rippling across its uneven surface, before falling straight into Ethan's palm. He did not hesitate in the slightest. With a flick of his wrist, the fruit was sealed inside the jade bottle, layers of restriction locking it away.
"The fifth one!"
Ethan put away the bottle and surged upward again, his body turning into a streak of golden light as he rushed toward the sixth hibiscus fruit hidden among the dense canopy.
"Hateful!"
Sylren's eyes burned with fury. The sight of another hibiscus fruit disappearing made his teeth itch with rage.
If it weren't for those damnable rules.
If it weren't for the restrictions of the Hibiscus sacred tree.
How could the dignified Three-Legged Golden Crow clan ever be forced into such humiliation—watching a human pluck sacred fruits right under their noses?
