A Red Flame Dragon guard landed smoothly, and Konstantin leaped down from its back.

This was the equivalent of a private jet—eerily similar to a certain general’s six-winged eagle companion.

As Konstantin approached, Hefei, who had been slightly anxious earlier, felt her worries dissipate entirely.

She wanted to run forward and give her father a big hug but stopped mid-step.

She remembered her father’s teachings: in public, don’t make overly exaggerated gestures or express too much emotion.

Recalling this, Hefei froze in place, deciding not to proceed further.

Unexpectedly, her father stepped forward, bent down, and pulled her into a …