Looking at Terry's figure about to fly away, Hill softly said, "It seems Terry doesn't need my gift anymore."
The Little Golden Dragon froze, slipping through the air in a slanted curve, almost crashing into Purwell, before grabbing onto the terrace railing. He bared his white teeth and widened his dragon mouth, "Dear Hill, where's my gift?"
Hill tilted his head to look at him with a gentle smile.
Terry quickly transformed into human form, served Hill tea, and even attempted to give him a back massage. Sigh! How could he forget that Hill, as a human, liked to bring back travel gifts for his family? Giant Dragons didn't have such habits; he must remember this next time, rolling his eyes only after receiving the gift.
Hill couldn't help but shake his head and laugh; it seemed Terry had learned quite a few interesting things from the Undead Tribe.