Mi Yin lifted his gaze, his scarlet snake pupils as sharp as blades. Water droplets fell from his long, curled lashes as they fluttered.
Seeing that An Jin was safe and sound, his murderous expression finally relaxed considerably. Then, his cold gaze fell upon the man in black.
"Heh, so there really are two of you."
He sneered, his black-and-red snake tail tracing a dangerous arc across the ground. A hint of the fangs beneath his crimson lips showed. "I carelessly let the other one get away. In that case, I'll deal with you first."
Before the words had even left his mouth, he charged forward. Ze Sheng watched the battle dispassionately, subtly guiding An Jin a little farther back.
Qi Yuan, however, had no intention of engaging him. 'Although I inherited the Old Qilin's power, it ultimately isn't my own; I've only been able to refine and absorb half of it.'
