Yan Chihuo arrived before the council hall, only to find its doors tightly shut. He called out in a clear voice, "Qi Xia of the Qilin Family requests an audience." His words were carried inside by magic, and those within heard every word distinctly.
With a creak, the doors of the council hall opened. A middle-aged man around forty came out to greet him. "Junior Sister Qi Xia, what matter requires you to come in person? You should know that Ascension Stage cultivators and demons from both the human and demon races of the East Sea are joining forces to attack our Spirit Island."
From Qi Xia's memories, Yan Chihuo knew this man was Qi Min. He said, "Senior Brother Qi, I was just looking for you."
Qi Min was delighted. "Come in and speak." As he spoke, he seized Yan Chihuo's hand and led him inside. He felt Yan Chihuo's palm twitch, yet it was not pulled away. His heart swelled with joy.
Qi Xia had only barely tolerated being around him before. Whenever he made the slightest improper move, she would rebuke him. Holding hands like this was a first under heaven.
Qi Min could not help letting his thoughts run wild. It seems circumstances are stronger than people. She knows that she can only rely on me in the future, so her attitude has improved greatly.
How could Yan Chihuo know how many twists and turns had passed through the other man's mind? Though he had searched through Qi Xia's memories, why would he ever have paid attention to such trifling matters?
The two entered the council hall, and Qi Min asked, "Junior Sister Qi, what did you need me for?"
Yan Chihuo said, "Our Qilin spirit pets have stirred up trouble again. We can barely suppress