As he compared his two friends' strengths and potential, seriously wondering who between a cultivator and an evolving chimaera would be stronger, Octavia walked out of the room.
This time, her physical appearance remained the same. However, he curiously looked at her new outfit.
Silk intricately woven in an elegant, tight white t-shirt hugged her upper body while matching black shorts clung to her lower half.
Noticing his scrutinising eyes, her smile widened as she cheekily said, "How is it? I used spider silk to make them after developing their glands."
After devouring the chimaeras, she spent a few minutes creating clothes, knowing her nakedness disturbed him. Moreover, she felt sorry to see him shirtless because of her.
"It's too tight! Have some decency, young girl!" He answered, his tone serious, yet his eyes inexplicably drawn by her...
Gulping loudly, he blushed, ashamed of his brief moment of weakness.
