"No, it's not from a seed I cultivated. It's a fruit I've never seen or smelled before! My God, a powerful Cultivator has arrived, and he brought his fruit with him. Quick, let's go welcome this great master!"
Shooting up from the stone bench in the pavilion, Song Shuiping walked toward the source of the fragrance. He was convinced a master Cultivator had arrived uninvited. The fruit cultivated by such a master might just help him regain his manly vigor, allowing him to once again enjoy a blissful time with Madam Song. He was practically vibrating with impatience. Madam Song, whose name was Peony, immediately followed him, and they eventually came face-to-face with the Ancestor of Blood Refinement.
"Where is that master? Did he leave?" Seeing only the Ancestor of Blood Refinement, Song Shuiping frantically looked around and muttered, "No, impossible. The fruit's fragrance is too dense and focused. It hasn't dissipated, which means he's still nearby."
