Suddenly, he felt an itch in his palm. Turning, he saw the Black Gem Young Dragon, Tiamat, gliding over from mid-air and gently sweeping the tip of its tail across his palm.
He pulled Tiamat from the air into his embrace, rubbed its chin, and asked, "What's wrong?"
From Tiamat's crystal-clear Dragon Kiss, the delicate voice of a young girl emerged.
"AWOO, Master, you've grown stronger again. The gap between us is getting wider and wider."
At that moment, the Death Elf Vigus, who enjoyed staying attached to Fang Zhou and lazing about inside his body, emerged as well.
She smoothed out her little black dress and sat elegantly on Fang Zhou's shoulder. A pair of small, jade-like feet dangled right before his eyes.
Clinging to a lock of Fang Zhou's hair near his ear, Vigus also began to whine playfully, "Master is growing too fast. I could barely help for a little while, and now I've been left behind again."
Vigus was telling the truth.
