C49 A Good Bird Chooses a Tree to Rest on

"It really is a spirited little fellow."

Faang Wei prodded the leaves of the Flame Fruit, but it clung on, determined not to let go, as if it had made up its mind.

I could understand why the Flame Fruit behaved this way. Whether it's spiritual herbs or demonic beasts, they all possess a natural insight.

That's the essence of the term "spiritual."

Humans rely too much on their ears, noses