Bai Xingye fell for nothing, with half of his body pressing to the ground.
He grimaced with pain.
Bai Zhi'er quickly ran over: "Sixth Brother, are you okay!"
Bai Xingye stood up and patted his robes.
A chicken feather still landed in his hairpin.
Bai Xingye's brows and eyes were deeply displeased, he pursed his lips and said: "Forget it, it got away this time, it's its luck. I'll roast some wild vegetables for you."
Hearing about food, Bai Zhi'er's eyes lit up.
"Great!"
However, when it came to making a fire, Bai Xingye just couldn't light it.
Rubbing the two flints back and forth only produced tiny sparks, but failed to ignite the dry grass.
Fang Wushen couldn't stand watching anymore from the side.
He came over and offered: "Sixth Prince, let me try."
Once the flint reached Fang Wushen's hands, it was like it came alive; after producing tiny sparks, Fang Wushen moved his hand closer to the dry grass, and it instantly caught fire.
