Morning sunlight pierced through the clouds, painting the entire sky a transparent blue, reflecting on the surface of Dragon Valley's lake like a giant sapphire until wavelets broke the reflection into shimmering ripples.
"The 95# black oil you wanted."
Samantha pushed a large barrel of black oil in front of Galos, her voice calm with a hint of anticipation.
The tip of her tail unconsciously swayed gently, her gaze intermittently resting on the Red Iron Dragon.
Galos was well aware of the red dragon's little thoughts, curling his lips into a fierce yet satisfied smile: "Well done."
The red dragon's tail swung more noticeably, joyful sparks seeping through the gaps between her scales.
But soon, her tone carried a bit of regret: "Unfortunately, my techniques are not yet refined, the control of heat is not precise enough, and the quality of the furnace limits the purification efficiency, causing some loss."
Since being defeated by the White Dragon, Samantha had matured a lot.
