"Trouble comes!"
Xigou stepped forward a few paces, positioned himself in front of Fang Zhixing, bared his teeth and growled to intimidate with his loud voice.
Lian Sheng and the other two exchanged glances and, as if by tacit agreement, stood by Fang Zhixing's side, ready to share their common enemy.
But Jing Xuan acted as if he saw nothing, simply sizing up Fang Zhixing, raised a single palm, and said indifferently, "Donor An, please hand over the Bodhi Fruit."
Fang Zhixing, calm and collected, hands behind his back, said, "Let's not say I don't have the Bodhi Fruit, even if I did, it should be my possession."
"You're lying!"
Xuanming raged, shouting, "It's easy to enter the bronze door, but hard to leave; one must possess the Bodhi Fruit to do so.
You were able to walk out alive from the bronze door, which means you must have picked at least one Bodhi Fruit."
Fang Zhixing spread his hands with a smile and said, "I did pick a Bodhi Fruit, but I have already eaten it."
