Emperor Wushang immediately grabbed a handful of Immortal Spirit Rice. The fragrant aroma was refreshing, even causing some of the pill poison to dissipate.
"Good, it is indeed top Mid Grade Immortal Spirit Rice..."
Emperor Wushang seemed to remember something as he said this and then picked up the pale purple grain of Immortal Spirit Rice from the top of a winnowing basket.
"Indeed, it is Upper Grade Immortal Spirit Rice."
Emperor Wushang muttered to himself.
It took him a while before he looked at Chu Xingren, "Flag Leader, who cultivated this Immortal Spirit Rice?"
Chu Xingren was startled and about to give a random answer, but he immediately noticed Emperor Wushang's cold and stern gaze.
He knew if he dared to lie, he really might lose his life here today. Moreover, if he lied, he would be exposed immediately.
