Chapter 1388: Mighty Gold, Stylish Silver!
A pair of adorable little dragon horns, translucent and clear, looked as though they had been carved from crystal.
Soft Feather stared at the little horns on her head and asked, "Sixteen, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. My constitution has improved greatly. This Trial Path really works," Su Clan's Sixteen said with a nod.
Soft Feather pointed at Sixteen's head. "No... I meant the little horns on your head."
Only then did Su Clan's Sixteen realize something had grown on her head. She reached up to touch the little horns.
When her hand touched them, she couldn't help letting out a soft moan.
The newly grown horns were very sensitive.
Then Su Clan's Sixteen's body grew hot, and steam-like mist rose from her.
The mist enveloped her body—swallowing clouds, breathing mist, and flying through them were a dragon's natural instincts.
"Something's wrong with you. This mist is really hot," Soft Feather said. She had been standing close to Su Clan's Sixteen, and the steam that washed over her face had been frighteningly hot.
"Something does feel a little off." Su Clan's Sixteen's small face was flushed red.
As soon as she finished speaking, she pitched straight forward.
Song Shuhang, who was standing beside her, was already prepared. He reached out and caught her.
The light of Steel Hand flashed over his arms, then vanished.
Steel Hand was a blacksmithing divine skill, so it activated automatically whenever Song Shuhang's hands came into contact with high temperatures.
But the moment it activated, Song Shuhang dispelled it himself.
Steel Hand made his hands as hard as iron. Holding Sixteen like that would hurt her.
"She really is hot. Could it be because of White Dragon?" Song Shuhang asked with a frown.
Little White Dragon was currently