Crisis

We've not met any devilry cultivators on our journey yet!" Feng Ye said, "Could it be that the devilry cultivators have taken a different path from us?"

"Regardless, flying is not suitable in this area. Eat something and we will continue on our way!" He said to the two of them, then he walked to his team members and briefed them. 

Feng Ye and Sunny sat down and leaned against each other. Zhao Yang took out some dried food and handed it to him: "Eat a little."

"I'm not hungry." Feng Ye shook his head, not wanting to eat. 

"Then eat some fruit." He put the dried food away and handed him a spirit fruit. 

It was tiring climbing through the forest and his mouth was dry. So when Feng Ye saw the spirit fruit in front of him, he smiled happily and took a bite: "Sunny, haven't we finished this fruit?"