When Xin Fat Man woke up, the moon was hanging high in the sky.
He was the last one among everyone to open his eyes.
In front of Xiao Xiao was a cauldron, in which magic potion was brewing. Beneath the pot, orange-red flames flickered, while the potion inside glowed a warm orange-yellow. A faint red light surrounded the cauldron, giving anyone who looked at it an immediate sense of warmth and comfort.
Jiang Yu sat nearby, holding Zhu Si in her arms, whispering softly into the little witch's ear. Zheng Qing, with a charm gun in hand, kept his gaze shifting between the cloud masses above and Nikita. The female demon, clutching her head, leaned lazily against a large green stone, seemingly having completely given up the fight.
In the distance, rumbling noises echoed, resembling thunder.
Moments later, the thunder ceased. A dark figure emerged from behind a cliff ahead, appearing within Xin Fat Man's view.
It was Zhang Ji Xin.
