Little Qilin turned around, pouting: "I'm not coming anymore!"
"I'll never come again!"
The Old Qilin was amused by this childish behavior and burst into laughter.
The tall scholar, with a Divine Weapon at his waist, said: "Old friend, you promised good fruits, but are you really willing to give them?"
He turned slightly, looking at the Old Qilin beside him:
"You spent three thousand years finally seeing a possibility to break the auspicious status limit of Qilin, only to give it away like this?"
The Old Qilin said: "As you said, it's just a possibility."
He gazed into the distant sky and said: "Qilin is merely an auspicious creature. At most, it reaches the Nine Heavens level when its lifespan is about to end. But like the Red Dragon and the White Tiger, which govern the realms of slaughter and battle, those are domains other auspicious beings cannot reach. I've been attempting and advancing for these three thousand years, finding that slight possibility."
