The auntie straightened her body after catching her breath. The rose bushes on both sides of her body swayed again and tried to create an atmosphere around her.
However, the auntie waved her hand. "Alright, children. These are my compatriots. They have no ill intentions. Let me talk to them."
The flower branches suddenly stopped moving. A few of the flowers that were not affected by the dragon flames suddenly stood up, as if saying, 'No ill intentions? What nonsense are you talking about? Do you see the dry ground and countless burned branches?'
Wei Huo was confused. The flame wings on his back disappeared, but the lightning around his body did not vanish. He asked, "You call these flowers… children?"
The auntie consoled the plants and told Wei Huo, "Yes, they're still children. I just planted them a few days ago. I have feelings for them. Don't hurt them. They won't hurt you either."
