Chương 208: Chapter 207: The Magical Whisper

Night fell, and the Cold Spring Point campsite quieted down, with only the occasional inexplicable cry of the livestock.

Consciousness came online, and Gloomy Dreamland descended.

"Ga!"

Little Dream Dragon, wearing little thorn crowns, flew swiftly to Russell's side, flanked by Sword Butterflies.

Russell stood on his sleeping bag, and compared to the surrounding tents outlined by gloomy lines, he now looked like a cartoon kid just a dozen centimeters tall.

Little Dream Dragon wasn't large either, measuring less than one meter from head to tail—especially its head, which accounted for half of its body length.

According to Russell's guess, both were in Primordial Spirit form.

Of course, there wasn't a definite answer to whether this was the case, since the Sword Butterflies and thorns had all entered in their physical forms.

"Let's go, Ice Cream, we'll make a round through the Snow Forest first," Russell waved his hand.

"Ga?"