I am a wicked dragon, and you want me to fall into goodness?

As a apex predator in the material world, the golden griffin also possesses its own arrogance: "How will you know the outcome if you don't even try?"

Looking into her determined eyes, Green said, "Whatever. If he hits you, don't bother me, and don't even think about teaming up with me."

Leora did have this idea, but after Green pointed it out, she couldn't say it outright, so she could only say, "Thank you, Green. Anyway, thank you for telling me all this."

"If you ever need any help in the future, feel free to come north and find that pine forest. I will do my best to help you."

After saying that, she gently flapped her wings, slowly rose into the air, glanced at Green one last time, and then turned to look towards the direction of the nest.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately flew north and soon disappeared into the horizon.

Green stared in the direction she disappeared, frowning.

She felt that Leora's behavior would introduce another incomprehensible variable.

How can sworn enemies become friends?

Nemesis can never become friend.

After Green awkwardly accepted this idea, he suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps behind him, arrogant yet with a hint of nonchalant sluggishness.

"Hey, Green, was that golden griffin coming to see you?"

Puse's voice came from the other side of the cliff. His blue vertical pupils swept across the direction where Leora had disappeared, finally settling on Grimm.

"What does she want from you?"

Green turned around abruptly and replied reluctantly, "This is none of your business."

"None of my business?" Puse murmured softly, watching the griffin disappear into the distance.

Poseidon looked toward the horizon where the griffin had disappeared.

There was no fear or hatred in his blue vertical pupils; instead, they held a nonchalant scrutiny.

Would you hold a grudge against someone who is weak?

Would you hold a grudge against a loser?

In Puse's view, this golden griffin was a complete loser.

Puse naturally didn't resent her; rather, it was this poor wretch who was secretly watching Puse.

Puse possesses the arrogance and conceit of a strong person.

It's best to avoid this golden griffin whenever you see it, and to always maintain awe of it, living your entire life in its shadow.

Would Puse be afraid of her retaliation?

Rather than worrying about the revenge of the weak, it's better to worry about encountering a powerful bronze dragon one day and crushing Puse to death with ease.

"The weak should be aware of their own weakness."

This is an assessment of Leora the Golden Griffin, and also a warning to Green.

Poseidon wouldn't even worry about Green joining forces with that golden griffin; the weak banding together for warmth is how the weak survive.

The strong are never afraid of these things.

Puse's voice drifted down lightly, yet it was like a red-hot iron, burning hard on Green's eardrums and striking Green's heart.

The nonchalance in that tone was more grating than any sharp sarcasm.

There was no anger, no targeting, just an almost indifferent judgment, as if stating an irrefutable truth.

With just one sentence, Green completely shattered the dignity he was trying to maintain.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes surging with intense resentment, like a smoldering fire stuck in her chest, burning her throat, yet she couldn't find an outlet to vent it.

She could tell, of course, that Puser's words weren't just directed at Leora, but were also a warning to her.

In his eyes, he was no different from that golden griffin.

This feeling of being completely disregarded is even more unbearable than fighting him head-on.

Green wanted to charge straight in and have another fight with Pluttor.

But she can't do that.

The more than two-month-long recovery period has significantly delayed her training plans, and rushing forward now will definitely result in another injury.

Perhaps because of her mother, Pu Se might not be so reckless and would only teach her a small lesson.

But this means we'll have to "rest" for a few more days.

Green was very angry and felt very humiliated, so he harbored resentment.

"I'm not like her."

Green gritted his teeth, his voice strained, as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

Vertical pupils stared intently at Pu Se, the emotions surging in his eyes almost overflowing: "Don't compare me to those losers."

Pusser raised an eyebrow and slowly walked over from behind the cliff, giving Green a thorough once-over with an air of nonchalant pressure.

He looked down at Green, his eyes slightly narrowed, a faint, mocking smile playing on his lips: "Oh? Different?"

"Fine, my sister, you're different. Say what you want."

Too lazy to argue with Green about such a trivial matter, Pousser turned and left, leaping into the vast clouds.

Green watched as Puse leaped into the clouds.

This guy's [Starlight Magic Hammer Forging Technique] seems to have made new progress.

Just as he turned around, the soft, sapphire-like light surrounding him was faintly entwined with a few extremely faint black patterns.

The black wasn't intense, but it carried a somber, cold feeling, losing its flamboyance and gaining an unfathomable sense of oppression.

"hateful……"

Green gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, his eyes swirling with resentment and stubbornness.

She suddenly looked up, staring intently into the depths of the clouds where Puse had disappeared: "So what if you've become stronger... I won't admit defeat."

Above the clouds, the wind swept through the scales, carrying wisps of cloud.

He didn't take Green's resentment to heart.

The stubbornness of the weak is only ever meant to be the backdrop for the progress of the strong.

Rather than engaging in verbal sparring with his sister, he was more interested in finding a good home, gathering some family members, and making plans for his eventual departure as soon as possible.

With a thought, he changed direction and swooped down towards the forest to the northeast.

The swooping air currents cut through the air, and Puse, above the clouds, watched the goblin cave below, waiting for about an hour.

"Hmm, something's not right..."

For more than a month, Puse has been practicing the magic he just learned.

In addition to the two months of confinement, more than three months have passed, so he must have relaxed his suppression of this goblin tribe.

He hasn't been here for three months.

It was almost evening, and according to the goblin hunting habits, goblin groups should be out hunting at this time.

Puser descended from the clouds, took out a magic mirror from the inside of his scale armor, and began to question:

"Magic mirror, magic mirror, investigate the situation inside the goblin cave."

The magic mirror immediately flattered, "Yes, great master, the magic mirror is happy to serve you."

Pu Se lowered his eyes and stared at the mirror, his eyebrows slightly raised.

The scene in the mirror shifted rapidly, from the pile of rubble at the cave entrance to the winding passage deep inside, and then to the empty space that was once filled with the remains of prey, all of which was completely deserted.

Not only were the goblins nowhere to be seen, but even their usual messy footprints and scattered bone spears had vanished without a trace.

Only a few dried black stains and cleanly gnawed animal bones remained.

"Hmm?" He tapped the mirror lightly with his fingertips, and with the help of magic, the image magnified again, carefully scanning every hidden corner.

The rock crevices where goblins used to hide, the secret rooms where they stored food, and even the small caves where they imprisoned prisoners were all gone.

"Has this goblin tribe disappeared?"

Looking at the magic mirror in his hand, Puse tried to continue asking, "Magic mirror, magic mirror, can you show me the image of that goblin army?"

The magic mirror's surface emitted a burst of intense silver light, and the light points rapidly converged and recombine, actually outlining a distant scene.

Pu Se's gaze fell on the mirror.

The mirror shows an open meadow on the edge of a forest to the northwest.

It's more like a forest of herbaceous plants than a meadow, with the short goblins barely a tenth the height of the grass.

The vanished goblin tribe is now surrounding a group of human adventurers.

There are over a hundred of them, which is much larger than when he suppressed them before.

"As expected of a race with an extraordinary reproductive capacity, they can... wait, a human adventurer team?"