Late at night.
Zhi'er leaned against the mountain wall, draped in the outer robe Feng Fuce insisted on covering her with, half-asleep.
But after a short while, she was awakened by the aura of the Demon Fetus in her stomach.
She furrowed her brows slightly and groaned awake.
Feng Fuce glanced at her.
"Another nightmare?"
Zhi'er rubbed her eyes and simply sat up: "No... I'm awake now, you can take the coat back."
She needed to find an opportunity to consume the Mutual Grass.
Feng Fuce put down the wooden stick: "You woke up just in time. We're out of wood, I'll go look for some more outside."
Zhi'er glanced worriedly at the pitch-black cave entrance.
"But it's raining outside, can you find any?"
"We'll know once I look." Feng Fuce said no more and turned to leave.
Once Zhi'er was sure she heard his footsteps fading away, she hurriedly opened the Qiankun Bag and took out a handful of Mutual Grass.
She couldn't wait to roll it up with her hands and put it into her mouth.
