While everyone was left shocked and drained, Grisham moved among the strange little demon trees with calm steps.
One by one, he plucked the ghost poison fruits that had formed on their branches. Each fruit looked hazy, like mist trapped inside a thin skin. A faint chill came from them, mixed with a sharp poison smell.
He opened his storage ring and stored the fruits carefully, not wasting even one. His movements were steady and practiced, as if he had done this many times before.
"These are valuable," Grisham said in a clear voice. "Don't let them fade away. Put them into your storage rings. These poison Spirit resources can be used for pills, tools, and even special arrays."
The remaining sect members looked at the fruits with mixed feelings. Fear was still in their hearts, but greed and hope slowly took its place. They followed Grisham's words and began collecting the fruits as well. Some were clumsy at first, but Grisham corrected them without showing any impatience.
