In the jungle, Velin and Kyle watched the battle between master and disciple, seeming to understand why every one of his grandfather's disciples was so rebellious.
The Silver Wyrmling lifted its disciple with its wings, flew to a tranquil lakeside, and began healing the young man's wounds.
Time reversed, and the skin scorched by flames recovered as if newly born.
The young man lay quietly on the Grassland by the lake, gazing up at the sky above. His eyes were as calm as water, utterly indifferent to the pain his body had endured.
"Why did you force yourself to endure my dragon breath? Didn't you know that doing so would leave you seriously injured?" The Silver Wyrmling stared at its disciple's placid expression and asked with some displeasure.
The young man forced a faint smile onto his lips and replied softly, "I merely wanted to test whether my current Physique could withstand your attack."
The Silver Wyrmling gently placed its massive claw atop the young man's head, its tone carrying a trace of helplessness. "From now on, I'm afraid I won't be able to visit you anymore."
"Teacher, why is that?"
Upon hearing this, the young man tried to struggle to his feet, but the dragon claw held him firmly against the ground, leaving him unable to move.
"Didn't you always call me an old geezer? Now this old geezer is going off to do something important." The Silver Wyrmling put on a profound smile as it spoke to its only disciple.
The young man tilted his head, looking puzzled. "But haven't you reached adulthood yet?"
"For us Time Dragons, adulthood happens in an instant. As long as we wish it, from the moment we are born, we can draw power from the Future."
"Then why did you say..."
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