Startled, the two men saw Yan Chihuo vanish. Though the formations outside Qilin Manor had been changed, the interior remained the same, and Qi Yuan was naturally intimately familiar with it.
Under his guidance, Yan Chihuo arrived in a stone chamber. Qi Yuan said, "Put me down."
Yan Chihuo did as instructed and set him down. Looking around, he saw dozens of qilin carved into the walls of the stone chamber, each differing in size and posture. They were lifelike and vividly expressive, down to every scale of their armor.
Qi Yuan formed a hand seal and shouted, "Swift!" Light rose from the qilin carvings—but strictly speaking, it rose from different parts of their bodies. Some lit up at the ears, some at the qilin horns, some at the left foreleg, some at the right hind leg, and some at the tail.
The glowing points caught Yan Chihuo's eye. Connected together, they formed a strange set of Forbidden Cloud Patterns. He secretly marveled to himself. The ingenuity behind the person who had designed this restriction was truly beyond imagination.
With a creak, an opening split across the ground, and a stone staircase extended downward. Qi Yuan said, "Follow me." Yan Chihuo followed behind him and entered the passage.
Below was another stone chamber, not particularly large—enough to seat perhaps a dozen people. Yan Chihuo asked, "Manor Lord Qi, how are your injuries?" Qi Yuan had already been wounded, merely suppressing them with medicinal pills. Now that he had suffered further injuries, his condition was likely far from good. That was why Yan Chihuo had taken him away. Besides, Yan Chihuo had no desire to fight the enemy to the death.
He possessed the Innate Seventy-Two Transformations and excelled most at surprise attacks. Now that he had slain the seven-colored Vermilion