"But didn't the State Preceptor say the Qilin Horn had become one with Wanwan...?" Liu Wan held her daughter tightly, her little face pale with pain, her eyes brimming with heartache.
The pair of little horns were still glowing.
They seemed to hold a great deal of power her daughter had yet to absorb.
Had she known this would happen, she would never have brought her daughter here. The Qilin Lord? The only True God?
She wanted none of it.
She only wanted her daughter to be well.
"The Qilin Horn has become one with her, but its power can still be drawn out." Shen Chuanlian stared intently at Xia Wanwan, the baleful aura in his palm already stirring restlessly. He continued, "I'm the only one who can do it."
"If we don't extract the Qilin's power at once, Xia Wanwan won't survive tonight."
The Demon God's words seemed to carry a beguiling force.
In her desperation, Liu Wan seemed to lose her ability to think and reason.
All she could think of now was that her daughter was in danger, and that extracting the Qilin's power was the only way she could survive.
Yet even as she suffered, Wanwan suffered still more. Her little hands clutched Liu Wan's clothes in a death grip, restoring her ability to think.
Shen Chuanlian was the Demon God!
If he obtained the Qilin's power, then Wanwan...
Liu Wan's head felt ready to explode. She looked for someone nearby who could help, but her husband was fighting, and the Hidden Guards and maids around her were protecting her. She could see no one, no one who could offer her any help. In more than twenty years of life, this was the first time she had found herself in such utter confusion and bewilderment.
"Wanwan,