On the other side, the Half Elf Hai'an was whispering with Wood, holding a map, his fingertips poking and pointing at it.
They were likely discussing the follow-up journey plan.
The Dragon Descendant Sava sat quietly by the fire with eyes closed, her tall figure resting quietly adjacent to the flames.
The spot where she sat was so close to the bonfire that the roaring flames nearly licked her toes, and the sparks falling from the firewood frequently landed on her body.
Yet her relaxed features and the faint tremor of fine scales on her skin clearly showed her enjoyment.
The Bronze Dragon lineage made her instinctively drawn to warmth even if she was not a cold-blooded creature.
With a subconscious glance at the fine sword beside her legs, Xia Nan was somewhat curious.
In his impression, thanks to the race's inherent strength and bloodline magic power, Dragon Descendants were often strong warriors or powerful and mysterious magicians.
