"You have been blinded by the innate power of the Qilin, before the incident you did not strive for progress, and after you are even grieving, foolish and weak. Without the identity of a Qilin, what do you amount to?"
"Little cats, little dogs, using their silly cuteness to beg for fruits to eat."
"And then you watch helplessly as your second comrade dies before you?"
The Fire Qilin let out a low roar, "Shut up!"
A ball of fire struck the Old Qilin.
The next moment, a dark yellow paw pressed on top of the Fire Qilin's head, pushing him down, dust swirling around, and the ground below instantly turned to lava. The place almost became a volcano, with the Fire Qilin struggling valiantly while the Old Qilin looked at him and said,
"Such anger, such tears, what do they count for?"
"Can you change the world like this, can you bear the auspicious title this way? Mere simple words can enrage you."
The Fire Qilin struggled to his feet after the fight.
