The sunset in the distance quietly shone on the Eddings Castle, making the Eddings city blood red, and the sunset made King Alander's figure grow old.

Xiao Ling's golden-feathered griffin hovered over the observation deck.

Wang Alande looked up at the sky. He seemed to have sensed something. Looking at Xiao Ling riding a golden griffin in the sky, perhaps Xiao Ling had already guessed his identity. He had a lot to say to Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling looked at the lookout below. Xiao Ling didn't know that he should call him Wang Alande or his father at this time. Xiao Ling really wanted to express his longing and grievances to him. His eyes were confused, but he forced his tears to stop flowing.

"Children, maybe you will encounter many setbacks on the road of life, but as a man, you must learn to be strong and take responsibility." Xiao Ling can't remember his father's image clearly, and only this sentence is always kept in Xiao Ling's mind.

Xiao Ling took a deep breath and swallowed the tears into her stomach.

Xiao Ling patted the back of the golden-feathered griffin, and the golden-feathered griffin spiraled down.

Several dark magic dragons with scales on the tops of some high towers in Eddings flew up and attacked them from all directions to prevent Xiao Ling from approaching the observation deck.

Wang Alande, who was standing on the observation deck, waved his hand, and the dark demon dragons fell from the sky and returned to where they were originally staying.

The golden-feathered griffin slowly landed on the lookout platform, and Xiao Ling came down from the golden-feathered griffin.

The observation deck was very open. Looking forward, the figure was standing quietly on the edge of the observation deck and looking at Xiao Ling. Xiao Ling confirmed that the figure was undoubtedly his father. For a moment, he was happy, and all kinds of emotions of longing surged up.

When he saw him again, Xiao Ling was a little timid and mustered up the courage to walk towards him slowly, finally seeing his face clearly.

"Father." Xiao Ling shouted, his voice trembling a little. He couldn't believe that everything was real. He repeated these two words in his dream for many days and nights, but when the dream woke up, he could no longer recall the image of his father in his dream.

Xiao Ling originally had countless words to say and countless thoughts to express to him, but when he really saw him, there was only one sentence, but only Xiao Ling himself knew how much thoughts it contained in this sentence.

"You're here," he said with a smile, his voice low and kind.
Chapter completed!