Falosi Television Station.
"My lord, are you really canceling today's program? The new guest has already arrived."
A program planner watched the Bronze Dragon packing his luggage, looking somewhat flustered.
"I have plans with someone today. Put on another program instead."
"Plans with someone? But this guest is..."
The planner had wanted to remind him that the guest's identity was anything but ordinary, but the moment he saw the Bronze Dragon's golden vertical pupils, he shut his mouth completely.
"Human, let me tell you a philosophy: the most important thing about work is being happy. When you're unhappy, you should skip work and go on vacation." The Bronze Dragon spoke to him earnestly, like a senior encouraging a junior.
"Th-this..."
What the Bronze Dragon said made no sense at all, but he did not dare refute it. In the end, he could only watch the host of the "Interview" program walk straight out of the studio just as the show was about to begin.
"Guardian."
A Blackwood Elf elder had been waiting outside the Television Station for quite some time.
"Time is truly an interesting thing. After all these years, this is the first time I've felt that there isn't enough of it." After sighing, the Bronze Dragon looked at the group of young elven warriors the elder had brought. "This time, I'll represent the Blackwood Elves. That ruin isn't a battlefield you're suited for. It's full of tough iron bones."
"As you command."
The Holy Tree Guardian's status among the Blackwood Elves was no less than that of the Holy Tree itself.
"I'll take the opportunity to visit an old friend in Nolan."
After bidding farewell to the Blackwood Elves, the Bronze Dragon left Falosi's Television Station and passed through the Teleportation Array in Falosi's capital. Amid the radiance