"Sister, I smell a special scent."
The Dragon Spirit, who was squatting on Song Wanning's shoulder, suddenly shot to its feet. It pointed a chubby little finger to the right, its eyes shining with astonishing brightness.
Song Wanning, who had been searching for a cave, froze. Braving the bone-piercing wind, she lifted her head and looked in that direction.
"Can you tell what it is?"
The Dragon Spirit shook its head. "No... but it smells really nice..."
It took a deep sniff, twitching its cute little nose.
The Golden Small Sword on her other shoulder sniffed the air as well, looking perplexed. "How come I can't smell anything?"
'I've been outdone by the little guy.'
The Golden Small Sword whined internally. 'If I hadn't been with Master the longest, I'd probably be the most useless one of the bunch right now...'
'Good thing I was born from Master's Divine Soul. No matter what, these little guys can't step over me.'
