"What's it doing?"
Guo Huai looked at Feng Yuan with some confusion. He hadn't noticed Feng Yuan do anything, so why had Monalia suddenly run off? Shrugging his shoulders, Feng Yuan said helplessly,
"The sea of flowers is gone, and it wants to restore it."
"This..."
"Let's go into the city first! Find us after you're done with your business! Or you can leave on your own!"
Feng Yuan shouted toward the direction of the sea of flowers, which was now utterly devastated by the chaotic weather, with nothing but petals left on the ground.
Upon hearing Feng Yuan's shout, Monalia emerged from the damp underbrush. Seeing Feng Yuan and the others departing without a backward glance, Monalia looked at the fallen flowers, then at the direction in which Feng Yuan and his group were heading, torn with indecision.
"Aren't you being a bit too much?"
Guo Huai grumbled at Feng Yuan, who, placing Xiao Ji on top of his head, said irritably,
"What else do you expect?"
