On a nameless deserted island, a campfire blazed. Two young people, a man and a woman, sat very close to each other. One was completely wrapped in a yellow robe with a mask on, while the other was almost naked.
This should have been a very romantic picture.
However, it became rather horrific if one of them appeared to be only fourteen years old.
Wang Qi sighed softly, "Miss, don't you think you should conjure some clothes right now?"
"I don't practice the Fog Demon Path. What's the point of an illusion that can be seen through at a glance?" the little dragon girl, wearing only a scarf, retorted, "If you think I should wear clothes as a courtesy, then I apologize. The scales that should have turned into clothes were shattered in the battle just now."
Wang Qi pointed at the pinkish-purple scarf: "That is..."
