Night.
The campsite was filled with the aroma of cooked fish.
Old Jack had shown off his cooking skills, frying the sliced fish in oil before sprinkling it with spices. One bite and the sweet juices flowed out, making one wish they could swallow their own tongue.
Zhong Shenxiu was holding his own share of the cooked fish when he saw the Demon Hunters who were also staying on the edge of the camp.
Some were resting, others were organizing their equipment, casting occasional envious glances his way.
After a moment of thought, Shenxiu stepped out of the camp and approached the Demon Hunters.
Amidst many scrutinizing or hostile eyes, he arrived at a small triangular tent.
The tent flap lifted slightly, revealing the wary gaze of the Demon Hunter inside.
"I've come to see the child," Shenxiu said, raising the cooked fish in his hand. "I think he might need this."
"Thank you..."
The Demon Hunter looked at him for a long while before uttering a single word.
