Chen Qing turned to the Frostvenom Python, her voice gentle yet firm.
"Frost, can you take us home?"
The massive serpent lifted its head, icy blue eyes gleaming under the moonlight like shards of frozen sapphire.
A low, rumbling hiss escaped its maw, mist curling from its breath as it slithered forward, its thick, overlapping scales shimmering with a faint frosty sheen.
The cold aura radiating from its body sent a light shiver through the air, frost forming in delicate patterns on the ground beneath it.
With surprising tenderness, the Frostvenom Python nudged Chen Qing's shoulder, its touch cool yet reassuring.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, it coiled part of its immense body into a stable platform, its muscles flexing beneath the smooth, ice-kissed scales.
Lowering itself just enough, it provided an easy way for Lin Feng and Chen Mei to climb onto its back, the steady rise and fall of its breath making the surface feel almost alive beneath their hands.
