The flying boat slowly descended to the ground, and Yan Chihuo disembarked with the others. He glanced over the lush green gorge, then turned to Li Yanchao and the other two. "May I ask how I am to assist you in finding the Spirit Concealment Flower?"
Li Yanchao said, "Madam said that the qilin can sniff out its scent. We ask Fellow Daoist Yan to summon the qilin."
Yan Chihuo patted his spirit beast pouch, and a streak of red light flew out—it was the Fire Qilin. The Fire Qilin had been cooped up in the spirit beast pouch until it was stifled and had long wanted to come out. Now that it had been released, it was naturally delighted. But the moment it saw Li Yanchao and the others, fear crept into its eyes, and it hid behind Yan Chihuo.
Yan Chihuo laughed and scolded, "What are you afraid of? These are all my friends. Hey, you're a true spirit, not some little cat or dog."
Although Li Yanchao and the others had long known that Yan Chihuo possessed a qilin spirit pet, they still could not help but envy him upon seeing it. Though this qilin was only at the Qi Gathering Stage, it was, after all, a true spirit—something exceedingly rare.
Yan Chihuo asked again, "Am I really supposed to have my qilin search this entire gorge?"
Li Yanchao and the other two all nodded.
Yan Chihuo said, "Fine, then. But can you let my qilin smell the Spirit Concealment Flower's scent first? Otherwise, how will it know what the Spirit Concealment Flower is?"
Li Yanchao and the other two spread their hands. "If we knew the scent of the Spirit Concealment Flower, wouldn't we have found it long ago? Why would we need Fellow Daoist Yan?"