The violet-golden fruit quivered in Meng Hao’s hand as if it were alive and pleading for forgiveness.
“Meng Hao does not keep useless objects. What can you do? Show me.” He tossed the violet-gold fruit onto the ground. It immediately began to wriggle. Vines sprang out of it, quickly growing in length. In the space of about ten breaths, there were ten or more vines, all of them thirty meters in length. They burrowed partly into the ground and then stretched up into the air, swaying back and forth, filling the area. It was quite awe-inspiring.
“Not good enough,” said Meng Hao, shaking his head.