Everyone in the backyard, except for Wu Tian, was stunned. Were they dreaming? Had they not yet woken up?
"Slap me!"
"Alright!"
"SLAP!"
"Ouch, that hurts!"
In the backyard, everyone was dumbfounded!
"Did you… did you all hear the Ginseng Fruit Tree speak?" Thinking of this, Lan Qingfeng, the seven-year-old boy, said joyfully, "The Ginseng Fruit Tree, which all three of my masters thought couldn't speak, just spoke to me! Does this mean… does this mean I'm the reincarnation of the legendary Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi?"
It was rare enough for a seven-year-old to be so composed, but after the Ginseng Fruit Tree spoke, he reverted to a childish state, so overjoyed he seemed silly. What did it mean that the Ginseng Fruit Tree could speak?
"No, no, no! I'm the one who watered the Lord Ginseng Fruit Tree today. Perhaps it was moved by the sincerity of my daily watering," another young Daoist acolyte chimed in.
