"Goodbye, my dear Snow Vulture friend."
Alien Eye kindly waved at the Snow Vulture, which flapped its wings and returned to the skies. When leaving, it looked back as if it was reluctant to leave.
Watching this scene, the train conductor, who had barely escaped from the clutches of the Snow Vulture, was still in shock and hadn't even the time to feel relieved or grateful. He looked at Alien Eye in amazement, "Sir, are you... are you a Druid?"
"No, sir," Alien Eye responded with a slight smile. "I am just a jellyfish from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, who likes making friends with animals. This world doesn't just belong to me, but also to my animal friends. It acted out of sheer hunger earlier; I hope you won't blame it."
"How could I?" The conductor, who had nearly died under the claws of the vulture, wouldn't really blame it since it was merely the beast's instinct. He expressed his gratitude for having survived the incident, "Anyway, I must thank you for saving my life."
