"Zhao Jingrou from Zhao family greets Daoist friend! Thank you, Daoist friend, for the life-saving grace to the young members of our family!"
The old woman, leaning on her iron crutch, bowed to Xu Mu, and Xu Mu graciously returned the gesture with a smile.
Upon the old woman's signal, Zhao Yan gracefully stepped forward, carefully putting the flower pear wooden box she was holding onto the bluestone table in front of Xu Mu and carefully opened it.
Bursts of sweet scent wafted out from inside. Over ten spirit fruits, sculpted like yellow jade, were quietly placed inside, emanating a faint aura. One could tell at a glance that these were not ordinary.
"We don't have anything special at home, only these spirit fruits are somewhat decent. I hope Daoist friend won't despise them!" The old woman said with a smile.
"Daoist friend, you're too polite. It was just a small effort on my part! Haha!"