The sound of splashing water from the stream.
Ji Fengyan sat beside the bonfire, tickled by the image of Junze squatting by the stream with no inhibitions. The youth was still somewhat shaken when he just regained consciousness, but calmed down after seeing Ji Fengyan.
He still remembered that Ji Fengyan's timely appearance had saved his life.
"Thank… thank you…" Not yet reaching puberty, the youth's voice was still very boyish. He looked extraordinarily fresh-faced, his skin even fairer than a normal girl's and his features exquisitely delicate. Ji Fengyan had earlier touched his bones and knew he was about 14 to 15 years of age. However, as the youth's face was unusually small and narrow, he looked like a 12- to 13-year-old kid.
With long black hair parted to the side, he looked rather timid.
Ji Fengyan waved him off. "No problem at all. How did you end up coming across that demon?"
