Lu Zhu chuckled, "I knew you were thinking about the Ice Lotus."
However, Lu Zhu wasn't stingy either. He directly took out a piece of crystal-clear, ice sculpture-like Ice Lotus from his personal Beast Hide Bag.
The Ice Lotus looked similar to a lotus root, approximately as thick as a child's arm, with nine holes on it. It was extremely beautiful and emitted a pleasant fragrance.
This was the specialty of the Beaver Tribe — the Ice Lotus.
Then, Lu Zhu took out a Stone Knife and cut the piece of Ice Lotus into three portions, handing one to Shan Jia, one to Jiang Xuan, and keeping one for himself.
Shan Jia said with a smile, "Leader Xuan, give it a try. Apart from the Beaver Tribe, not many people can get this kind of good thing."
Jiang Xuan, following his suggestion, placed the Ice Lotus to his mouth and took a small bite.
A refreshing sweet taste blossomed on his tongue. Jiang Xuan felt extremely cool, as if he had eaten a popsicle on a scorching summer day.
