"Wuya... Mr. Wuya!"
Derhal quickly pushed open the hatch and rushed out of the Thunderstorm Tank, calling out and going up to meet him. Although he was well aware that Mr. Wuya hadn't been hurt at all just moments earlier, showing concern at such times was always harmless.
But after just two steps, Derhal stopped awkwardly in his tracks.
Because the man walking towards him—
Not a stitch on his body, completely nude!
Derhal's mind quickly understood. How could his clothes possibly withstand transforming into such a colossal serpent dragon?
Derhal hastily lowered his head, daring not look at Wuya before him.
But there wasn't a hint of embarrassment on Wuya's face.
He approached Derhal with a faint smile, step by step, as if he were a neatly dressed nobleman who had just finished lunch, strolling in his own backyard garden, enjoying the warm sunlight.
