"Congratulations! Both of you did very well, and I will definitely not go back on my words."
Dark Shadow's voice, cool and collected, carried across the clearing with the weight of an unbreakable promise. It reverberated softly through the trees, lingering in the humid air like a breeze heavy with anticipation.
"One month later, when the spiritual fruits completely ripen, I will hold a grand banquet..."
The declaration sent a ripple through the group, and even Ricky's ever-calm expression shifted.
'She's serious… she's really going to share the spiritual fruits.'
Ricky's compound eyes blinked slowly as his mind reeled from the unexpected generosity. He knew better than anyone how desperately Dark Shadow needed those fruits to recover her strength—to even survive in the dangerous world of cultivators and spiritual beasts.
And yet, here she was, choosing to distribute them.
