Greg Jensen opened his mouth, intending to say something, but the words reached his lips and he swallowed them back.
"Well, since your mind is made up, go ahead and try, and if you need my help, just ask!"
By the way, he should have the fox investigate the matters of the Dark Golden Triangle, the research on stripping Special Abilities... Its influence and destructive power were indeed too great not to be taken seriously.
The night passed without a word.
The next morning, while the thick mountain mist had not yet dispersed, Karen Milton and Zoey Milton hurriedly bid farewell and, under Greg's guidance, made their way down the mountain.
Watching as their figures gradually grew distant and disappeared into the winding clouds, Greg retracted his gaze and gently stroked the Three-tailed White Fox in his arms, asking the Golden Eagle:
"By the way, have all those seven bodies been taken care of?"