Purple Dragon—Guardian Beast Of the Purple Amethyst Sect

She walked for a long time, and the coldness began to pierce through her skin. Even though she was a cultivator, she shouldn't be affected by the normal weather.

"Should we do the campfire?" She suggested.

"Good, master!" Of course, the dialogue between her and her beasts was through the contracted channels. 

If not necessary, the beasts won't speak when they leave the small world.

She lit up the campfire with her fire and began to roast the marshmallows that Xiao Yun bought from Earth.

It was the caramelization process that created this rich taste. The texture of the melted middle added extra sweetness and wonderful texture after they were cooked. 

"Are you too idly by here? Don't you know what to do here?" 

A strange voice echoed, and she couldn't see where the voice came from after all; her surroundings were pitch-black. Even her divine sense couldn't be used here.