Three days later, Velin and Kyle headed to the White Tower Griffon Cultivation Ranch.
Within the jurisdiction of Miel Satellite City, Velin landed atop a hill and looked down upon the picturesque scenery. Griffons occasionally flew past.
With a thought, he opened a Demiplane passage.
The next moment, Xing tumbled out of the Demiplane passage. Flapping his wings to steady himself, he looked around and spotted his master.
Seeing this, Xing swallowed the roast meat in his forepaw, flew to a patch of grass to wipe his claws clean, then came to stand behind his master.
"Good thing my family has plenty of wealth, or I really couldn't afford to raise you." Looking at the grease staining the fur around Xing's mouth, Velin covered his forehead and spoke helplessly.
Hearing his master's words, Xing lowered his head and rubbed the grease from his fur against the grass, then gazed into the distance as though nothing had happened.
"Xing."
Xing rolled his eyes, a gleam flashing within them. "Master, what are your orders?"
"I'll take you to fight later."
"Fight? Is there a reward if I win?"
Velin put on a stern face. "I don't know whether there'll be a reward if you win, but if you lose, you'll have to go begging from your wife for the next three months."
"Master, you're being unreasonable." Xing raised both claws in protest.
At that, Velin flashed to Xing's side, raised his hand, and rapped him on the head. "You still want reason? How about this kind of reason?"
"I won't ask for reason anymore. I won't ask for reason anymore."
Sensing danger, Xing shielded his head with his claws and lay flat on the ground, becoming a turtle hiding in its shell.
Velin kicked the ostrich-like Xing with his foot and promised,