"Gentlemen, could you spare us a fire to start ours?" a young man said to Wang Xian and the gang as he approached. But soon enough, he was stunned by the sight of the Dragon Ball on the ground.
Emitting a gentle flame, the Dragon Ball helped to roast the peasants and hare caught in the wild.
"Gentlemen, this fire-starter of yours, what… what is it?" the young man asked as he expressed his shock.
"There's no fire to lend. Off you go!" a Dragonian replied to the young man apathetically as he raised his head. Donning a face mask from the Abyss and speaking indifferently, the Dragonian appeared strikingly aloof.
As he saw the Dragonian's icy gaze, the young man turned and stepped away. "Just say so if you don't wish to spare. No need to say there's none when it's just right there!" the young man pouted.
When he returned, he was received by another young man in sarcasm.
