Immortal Zhen Yuan looked up at the sky.
The sky was clear, with no waterwalls visible anymore.
Sun Wukong found him: "Immortal, welcome back."
"You are truly wasteful of nature's gifts!"
Immortal Zhen Yuan snorted at him coldly: "I will change it back sooner or later."
Wukong didn't take it seriously, knowing that Immortal Zhen Yuan was merely venting.
"The Flower Spirits are almost done building the node," said Sun Wukong. "Want to take a look?"
"Flower Spirits?"
His eyes brightened, and as if nothing was amiss, he followed Sun Wukong to the Flower Valley to the west.
Technically, Flower Spirits are not demons but rather spirits who take the form of winged boys and girls, yet are only the size of a thumb and reside among grass blades and flower clusters. To prevent them from being accidentally crushed by other demons, Sun Wukong had relocated them to the Flower Valley.
Entering the Flower Valley, the two immediately heard bustling sounds.
