The Jadewater Qilin had recovered. Its vast, desolate roars rang out from time to time above Cloud-Rising Peak. A divine beast was a divine beast: though it had only just recovered from a serious illness and had regained less than forty percent of its full strength, its divine might had already cowed every beast around the peak. None dared venture nearby, and even the Golden-Crested Jade-Eyed Eagles that often circled overhead had vanished.
Luo Qian and Du Lengning drifted down onto Water Peak, where Zhao Xihe and the Jadewater Qilin came to meet them. The Qilin's heavy footfalls struck the ground with a thud, thud. At the sight of its savior, it let out a long roar that wound among the clouds and lingered.
"Elder Zhao." Luo Qian and Du Lengning hurried to pay their respects. A huge, wet tongue reached in from the side, wrapped around Luo Qian, and gave him one great slurp. He was drenched from head to toe, as though he had just been fished out of the water. "Hahaha..." Zhao Xihe laughed. "Bi'er likes you. It rarely does that to anyone else." Thoroughly embarrassed, Luo Qian circulated his Immortal Art and dried himself off, but his stylish Armani-inspired Immortal Realm outfit was ruined.
"I heard you're going back?" Luo Qian asked. Zhao Xihe nodded. "Young Brother Luo, I owe Bi'er's recovery to you. Meeting a gifted young man like you has been a pleasure. There are matters in my sect awaiting my attention, so I can't stay any longer."
He glanced at the others nearby. "Young Brother Luo, I'm somewhat older, so forgive me for speaking presumptuously. Your life may be comfortable now, but in the Immortal Realm, cultivation must still come first. Since you have no sect at present, why not join my Vertical