"I'm a grown-up now."
"No, this isn't about being grown or not. Little Fox Demons like to catch fireflies, just like cats love eating fish. Is there anything more natural than that?" He maintained a serious expression.
"This... this is a private spiritual field, it's not quite right." She seemed somewhat pleased with Zhao Rong's explanation, nodding in agreement, but her tone still held a hint of hesitation.
Zhao Rong initially thought she'd ignore him and turn away, but she didn't. It seemed she genuinely wanted to catch fireflies.
"Don't worry, I'm familiar with the Great Li area. Go ahead, just be careful not to step on anyone else's spiritual medicine. We won't steal fruits or pick herbs, just catch a few fireflies." As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, glanced at the arrays set up at the edge of the basin below, and lifted his right hand to gently tap the gray smoke pouch at his waist.
