Chapter 1545: How Much Farther Will You Go?

When the air was finally cleared of the smell of roasted meat, Bai Zhi’er gradually felt a bit better.

Her eyes were red from coughing, as if she had cried, her gaze pitiful and innocent.

Feng Fuce stood beside her, speaking coldly, "Throw that away, for the next three or four days you won’t have anything to eat."

Bai Zhi’er was taken aback, "Three or four days? Where is this place? Can’t we go back?"

"We are now on the fringe of the Demon World. To prevent demons from escaping, ancient spells have been set up here, prohibiting the casual use of mana. And you were swept here by the water flow due to the black scaly dragon. To return, you’ll need a boat, and right now we have nothing; how can we easily go back?"

After Feng Fuce finished speaking, he helped Bai Zhi’er to see with her own eyes the view from the cave entrance.

All that could be seen outside was a vast expanse of dark water, stretching endlessly, its depth unknown.

The sky was raining finely, without a trace of light.

Bai Zhi’er leaned out and looked around, discovering that the place they were in was merely a low hill on the water’s surface.

The surroundings were desolate and devoid of people.

She felt some concern and couldn’t help but furrow her brows.

"What should we do then?"

Feng Fuce glanced down and saw her expression, mocking, "Why, being stranded with me for three or four days, is that hard for you?"

Bai Zhi’er lifted her gaze to him, "I was just thinking, three or four days, would make you miss the Red Lotus Banquet."

Feng Fuce was momentarily stunned.

His thin eyes instantly flickered with a barely detectable emotion.

"You need not pretend to care for me," Feng Fuce released her.

Bai Zhi’er walked beside him to ask, "Will Zhu Yan and the others come to find us?"

Feng Fuce fiddled with the fire pit, his face harsh and emotionless, ignoring her question.

Bai Zhi’er pulled up her skirt, sat next to him, and asked again, "Will they?"

Feng Fuce immediately frowned, "They will."

Only then did Bai Zhi’er breathe a sigh of relief, "That’s good, the grass spirit mentioned that the Red Lotus Banquet is a grand festival in the Demon World, I don’t want you to miss it."

She reached into the fire pit to take her clothes.

Feng Fuce grabbed her wrist, his thin eyes chilling, "If you get burned, there’s no medicine here for you."

Bai Zhi’er licked her pink lips, "I want to change back into my clothes."

In the Demon World, once night falls, it becomes very cold.

Feng Fuce wore thin clothing, and as he mentioned, there’s no mana protection here, Bai Zhi’er naturally didn’t want him to freeze either.

Hearing what she said, Feng Fuce pulled down the dried clothes and tossed them into her lap.

Bai Zhi’er silently walked to the depths of the cave to change.

Feng Fuce watched her back, seeing she had no intention to stop.

He once more frowned, speaking coldly, "How far do you intend to go?"

"I..." Bai Zhi’er turned back, her complexion somewhat flushed from the firelight, "Men and women are different."

She naturally wanted to change clothes where Feng Fuce couldn’t see.

Feng Fuce scoffed, "It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Do you really think I could still entertain other thoughts about you now?"

Bai Zhi’er silently lowered her head.

She didn’t go any further, just removed her outer robe, revealing her fair shoulders.

The firelight cast a thin glow over her body lines.

Feng Fuce’s gaze darkened.

Before Bai Zhi’er could notice, he stood up himself and scolded, "Troublesome."

The next moment, he walked to the cave entrance, turning his back on Bai Zhi’er.

Once she finished changing clothes, Feng Fuce sat back down.

His expression was rigid, a look of irritable detachment.

He seemed to be sulking with himself.