"There isn't a wild dragon here whose name I can't call out. Just a whistle, and they will come flying to clear a path for us." The dark-skinned young man Qin Chuan boasted of his skills.
"Maybe it's the smell on you that makes them think you're one of their kind." At this time, a delicate young girl pinched her nose and said with some disdain.
"Hehe, this smell has saved my life many times. After all, some predators particularly despise the human race, and because too many people have gone into the Valley of Ten Thousand Dragons over the centuries, those predators have come to think of us as their delivery service, coming on schedule to provide them with fresh meat." Qin Chuan continued.
"You walk ahead, the smell is too strong!" the girl said irritably.
"Okay, I'll talk louder to you, so you won't miss a word."
"Don't talk to me, even your voice smells!"
The young man and girl bickered all the way, which somewhat enlivened the team spirit.
