The manor of Gongyang Su Wang seemed to be unoccupied, so the motion of this claw extending from the darkness carried an indescribable sense of oppression and grandeur, firmly gripping the head of the Little Qilin.
Whoosh!
The sharp claw snapped out, catching the Little Qilin.
A grave and ominous voice emerged from the shadow, solemn and compassionate, yet inexplicably sent chills down one's spine:
"Come, there are many, many more..."
"Good fruits to eat.
The eyes of the Fire Qilin brimmed with teary sparkles.
Li Guan asked, "Senior?"
The Old Qilin's voice was calm and slow, "To learn is to recognize one's insufficiency, to teach is to understand the hardship. The Qilin indulges beyond this world due to its innocent nature, yet such unbridled indulgence is not the righteous path."
"A jade uncut won't make a good tool."
"Marquis Qin Wu, do you wish for the Fire Qilin to grow unrestrained, ignorant of knowledge?"
