"I am Yun Heng!"
A black-robed youth of average build introduced himself. Demonic qi surged into the heavens, and several demonic patterns covered his body.
"Xue Jiao!"
A purple-skirted woman with striking features introduced herself.
They invited Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan to sit down. Yuan Tianshan picked up the teapot and poured them each a cup of immortal tea. The tea was crimson.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, Madam Wang, have a taste of Fire Qilin Immortal Tea! Fellow Daoist Lin brought it out."
Yuan Tianshan spoke enthusiastically.
Wang Changsheng lifted his teacup and took a sip. It felt as though he were drinking not tea, but blazing flames.
A warm current rose from his abdomen. Soon afterward, heat spread throughout his body. Before long, the sensation of heat vanished, replaced by a cool feeling that spread through his entire body, and his soul grew slightly stronger.
"Immortal tea that strengthens the soul! Not bad, what fine tea."
Wang Changsheng praised it.
"At our level, even if we drink a large amount of Fire Qilin Immortal Tea, the increase in our soul strength won't be much. Still, something is better than nothing."
Lin Er said.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, forgive me for asking, but is your true form a Fire Qilin?"
Wang Changsheng asked courteously.
"No. I merely possess the bloodline of a Fire Qilin. Why do you ask, Fellow Daoist Wang?"
Lin Er asked.
The dragon had Nine Sons, and each Son was different. The Qilin had many branches as well, such as the Thunder Qilin, Ink Qilin, and Earth Qilin.
"I once knew a fellow Daoist who called himself Lin Jiu. Are all of you named with numbers?"
Wang Changsheng's face was full of curiosity.
"A name is merely a designation. We don't care about such things. There are quite