"Ling Feng, long time no see!" Upon entering, Ling Feng saw the Son of Prophecy, Alpha, gazing at him warmly.
Ling Feng smiled faintly, "Indeed, it's been a while. How have you been lately, Son of Alpha? Since our farewell in Myanmar, it seems your vigor has only improved!"
Alpha laughed heartily, "Ling Feng, you're too kind. But it's you who's been stirring up storms across the European World lately. Even in my secluded corner, your tales have reached me—truly extraordinary!"
Pointing with his finger, Alpha continued, "Take a seat, and try the fruit our Saints Association has just cultivated. It's said to refresh and energize."
Ling Feng sat beside Alpha without hesitation and picked up one of the fruits from the table. Its surface was smooth, exuding a faint, fresh fragrance that instantly invigorated him.
Biting into it, the crisp, juicy flesh burst in Ling Feng's mouth, and a refreshing essence rapidly spread from his palate to his entire body.
