“Dislike it even more than a demon’s aura?” Zhao Fu thought back to the evil and sinful aura that the boy had given off before and looked at the boy, waiting for him to wake up.
The Sky Demon was quite displeased when it heard the three Flower Spirits’ words because it was a Sky Demon. As such, it coldly harrumphed, frightening the three Flower Spirits.
Only after Zhao Fu repeatedly reassured them that they were safe did the three Flower Spirits calm down, returning to Zhao Fu’s side.
Time gradually passed, and soon, the sky had darkened. A bright moon hung in the sky, and Zhao Fu lit a bonfire as he roasted a few rabbits.
The three Flower Spirits were nestled in Zhao Fu’s clothes and had fallen asleep a while ago. Zhao Fu sat beside the bonfire and was about to start eating a rabbit when he found that the boy had woken up.