The middle-aged man looked quite "shabby," with clothes full of tattered patches. At the moment, he was picking through plums on the ground, discarding the ones that were nearly rotten and only selecting the good ones.
At that moment, Lu Cailing felt her worldview being shaken.
Divine Fruits so powerful they defy the heavens, here to rot...
Even the village's rag picker could afford to be picky with Divine Fruits...
She suddenly realized that being a princess of the Six-Eared Macaque Tribe... she was actually the truly destitute one.
Following this, as she traveled onward, Lu Cailing became more and more numb with shock.
In this village, a single blade of grass... could slay a Venerable...
A ditch, where the water seemed to be of higher quality than that from the Divine Spring...
Before long, they arrived at the courtyard of Wu'er Xianting.