Little Fly

The surprise came just like that—without warning!

Before Gao Jing had any chance to prepare, a crack suddenly appeared in the Golden-Feathered Griffin Egg beside the Faith Spring.

At the crisp cracking sound, Gao Jing immediately crouched down and examined the Griffin Egg.

A tiny hatchling was breaking out!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The egg shuddered again and again. Each tremor left one or more new cracks across its shell.

At the very top, a broken piece of shell had already been pushed upward.

Through the gap, Gao Jing could clearly see the little dark-brown creature inside.

But the shell was thick and hard. Even after all those blows, the opening was nowhere near large enough for the little one to squeeze through.

It grew more frantic, but its strikes were weakening.

It was running out of strength.

Even so, Gao Jing chose not to intervene.

He could easily help the little Griffin out of its shell, but that would be the wrong thing to do.

For any egg-laying Demon Beast, breaking out of its shell was the first hurdle it had to overcome on its own.

If it relied on outside help, its growth would be severely limited.

It might even become a weakling!

At the same time, if the little Griffin failed to emerge soon enough, it would die.

Gao Jing chose to respect whatever fate had in store for it.

After a few more blows, the little Griffin was plainly exhausted. It curled up inside and stopped moving.

Crack!

Just as Gao Jing thought it had given up, the little creature suddenly lunged forward. It sent a large piece of shell flying and poked out a head that looked like a fledgling bird's.

Its wet head had hardly any feathers. Its hooked beak was pink, and its eyes