Within the Foundation Establishment Realm, Jiang Yi sat motionless, his gaze fixed on the Copper Lamp.
He said with some regret:
"Your time is almost up, Li Conglong."
Ever since his promotion to True Master, Jiang Yi had come to understand that for an Upper Cultivator's Dao Foundation to be steadily consolidated, it must be propped up by numerous Lower Cultivators.
The Li Family of Luoyue Lake was a casually chosen chess piece, not one he ever expected to be of great use.
Fortunately, Li Conglong's fate had some substance. He had managed to secure his footing step by step, gradually becoming a force to be reckoned with.
'The dragon hides, the qilin appears. This prophecy isn't about Li Conglin. The man is indecisive and unfit to bear great responsibility.'
Jiang Yi's right hand, hidden in his sleeve, performed a few quick divinatory calculations. A mystical brilliance burst forth, overflowing.
'So it must be this newborn Qilin'er.'
