In the cave, the campfire flickered, casting a warm and soft glow.
Shao Zifeng sat beside the campfire, his silhouette reflected on the rock wall behind him, swaying slightly with the dancing flames. Not far behind him, the dry ground was piled with many dry branches, which the deer had conjured up in the pet space, emitting a special fragrance as they burned.
The toothed dragon lay by the fire, its amber eyes reflecting the flames; its dark brown rock-like skin was dotted with ores, shimmering with a metallic luster in the firelight. Every now and then, it stole glances at Shao Zifeng, breathing out hot air through its nostrils, its gaze filled with a tinge of grievance.
Because it had been scolded again.
After escaping from the avalanche, they had returned to the foothill of that mountain and dug out another cave.
