Young Master Lin scrambled up from the ground in a wretched state. The splints on his leg had all fallen off, and the pain made him bare his teeth. The qilin inside him seemed somewhat listless, too.
"You have no cultivation. If I possess you, either you die, or I bear the burden myself."
Lin Fei's aptitude was far too poor, and he was only a mortal. There was no way Lin Fei could truly borrow his power.
Of ten parts of his power, nine were spent protecting Lin Fei's body from falling apart. The remaining one part was too little to have any effect.
"You may really have to start cultivating."
The qilin hadn't thought much of Lin Fei joining the world of cultivators, but the stranger who had appeared today had seen through the qilin in Lin Fei's Sea of Consciousness at a glance. That had stirred a sense of crisis in it.
If more people kept discovering Lin Fei's secret, then the qilin might not get to decide its own fate.
Young Master Lin grimaced. His already-dislocated leg had taken another fall, and it was probably even worse now.
"Young Master! Young Master!"
A shout came from far away. Young Master Lin hurriedly composed himself and leaned against the wall, looking as if nothing could ruffle him.
When the voice drew closer, he saw that it was Laifu.
Young Master Lin looked at Laifu in surprise. "Laifu, what are you doing here?"
A look of worry crossed Laifu's gaunt face. "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to get back, young master, so I came to carry you."
Young Master Lin felt a surge of emotion and finally relaxed a little, his face returning to its usual sorrowful expression. "Laifu! From now on, if Chang Wei hits