Near the freshwater pond, Tang Zi lit a small campfire and placed tender meat on it. Kent sat on the other side. Tang Zi appeared busy doing all small tasks and finally settled before Kent. Kent, with a joyful smile, was focused on feeding his baby dragon tiny pieces of freshly cooked meat, each piece eagerly snapped up by the little creature.
Across from him, Master Tang Zi, his expression heavy with emotion, silently poured wine from a glass bottle that exuded a strong, aged aroma. The rich scent of the wine mingled with the crisp night air, adding a layer of warmth to the serene setting.
As Kent indulged in the moment, feeling a rare sense of peace, he suddenly noticed the change in Master Tang Zi's demeanor. The usual lightness in Tang Zi's eyes had given way to something deeper.
When Tang Zi handed him a cup of the potent wine, his serious tone caught Kent off guard.
