The lady with butterfly wings collected quite a few snow lotuses and some other herbs along the way, "Sister Long, I found a good wild one on the mountain peak over there... huh?"
Holding a lot of things in her hands, the lady with butterfly wings blinked, staring at the shivering figure in the snow.
This should be the Golden Dragon she's seen before... But she didn't remember Fafnir being so weak?
How is the Golden Dragon before her?
Like a skeleton barely holding up the clothes on its body, then continuously shivering in the cold wind, skin dim and dull... even the face looked like it aged hundreds of years, full of wrinkles, struggling to remain upright.
"Oh, you're back? Let's continue on our way then, we should be home before nightfall."
