Now that Lin Shan was the only Great Luo Golden Immortal left to hold the Kylin Race together, many beings in the Primordial World saw them as a fat morsel ripe for the taking.
"When I went to the Heavenly Court for the Flat Peach Banquet, I was seeking protection."
A trace of self-mockery crept into Lin Shan's voice. "I never imagined so much would happen afterward. Our Ancestral Land was destroyed, and our people were trapped. Had you not saved us, Great Emperor, the Kylin Race might have been erased from the Primordial World today."
After hearing Lin Shan's explanation, Yellow Dragon let out a long sigh. He had never imagined that one of the former Three Innate Races could fall so low.
As a race of auspicious beasts, the Kylin Race's presence in the Primordial World should have been a sign of good fortune. Yet now they dared not even show themselves. It was truly lamentable.
Their fall was even more pitiful than the state in which he had first found the Dragon Race.
Though the Dragon Race struggled under karmic hindrance, they at least still had Ancestor Dragon presiding over the Sea Eye and Green Dragon nurturing their descendants.
Apart from a little inherited wealth, the Kylin Race had nothing.
Just then, one of the little ones looked at Yellow Dragon with tearful eyes and timidly pleaded, "Master, could you take the patriarch and the others back to Kunlun?"
Those words instantly kindled hope in Lin Shan's eyes.
His dim gaze suddenly brightened, like that of a drowning man who had caught hold of a piece of driftwood.
He stared straight at Yellow Dragon, his deathly pale face filled with pleading.
Then he did something none of them expected!
With a thud, he dropped to both knees