The Black Demonic Spirit moved onto the street, and began to doubt, murmuring, "How could I listen to that old geezer Shao Hengjiang, staying in a room for two days. I really can't stand it."
The street was bustling with people coming and going, a plethora of delicious foods, it was just like a dream. After being lonely for a thousand years, how could he possibly resist?
Nangong Yan brought a roast chicken and came to the Red Demonic Spirit's room. The Red Demonic Spirit opened the door but didn't see the Black Demonic Spirit and murmured, "Where's the Black Demonic Spirit?"
"He went out," the Red Demonic Spirit replied.
"Wasn't he not allowed to go out?"
The Red Demonic Spirit smiled and said, "Your father's methods are too rigid. How can you keep someone confined to a room like that?"
"That was just to be cautious."
"You can't guard against everything this way, he's not a child, how can you keep him locked up in a room like this."
