The Griffin stepped forward two paces, lowered its body, and stared with its eagle eyes at the thoroughly subdued bloodline "kinsman." It shook its head, no longer frightening the other.
Kovis loosened the strap, leapt back to the ground, and while drawing his long sword, walked forward.
Approaching the Stormhawk lying on the ground with its eyes closed, waiting for death, the boy removed his Knight Helmet, hung it on his waist, and took off the Iron Gloves on his left hand, squatted down, pressed his fingers to his lips, and blew a few brisk whistles.
Upon suddenly hearing the familiar whistle, the Stormhawk couldn't help but open its eyes.
But it did not see the face of the owner it remembered; instead, it saw a seemingly familiar countenance, and it still felt apprehensive.
"Xiao An, do you remember me?" Kovis reached out and patted the Stormhawk's head, soothing it gently before lifting its beak, signaling it to stand up.
