Ethan came to the hibiscus fruit, raised the jade knife, and neatly cut off the branch.
The emerald-green fruit trembled slightly, its surface rippling with dazzling vitality before dropping straight into the jade bottle.
He sealed it in an instant.
"The sixth one."
Ethan put away the bottle, glanced back in Sylren's direction, and a playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.
From beginning to end, he had never intended to truly fight these Three-Legged Golden Crows.
The violent clash just now had never been meant to determine victory or defeat. It was nothing more than a smoke screen—an explosion borrowed to obscure sight and perception. While everyone's attention was locked onto the center of destruction, he had already slipped away like a shadow, using that brief window to seize the hibiscus fruit.
His objective had always been clear.
Hibiscus fruits first.
Everything else later.
