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Although the Fusang Fruit matures only once every hundred thousand years, the Red Luan has lived for over a million years and has already consumed many of them, so eating this Fusang Fruit now indeed offers no significant improvement.
She was simply craving it, treating it as a tasty fruit.
Having heard Qinchuan speak thus, how could the Red Luan dare to disobey? She gulped, reluctantly nodded in agreement to relinquish the Fusang Fruit, her eyes brimming with reluctance, devoid of any royal dignity a sovereign among birds might possess, instead resembling a gluttonous young girl.
Seeing her look so wronged yet adorable, which was quite at odds with her enormous stature, Qinchuan smiled and said, "However, I do have something more suitable for you to eat."
At these words, a gleam of excitement flashed across the Red Luan's eyes, and the expression of grievance disappeared in an instant, replaced by a face filled with joy.