Dingjiao stowed the jade box away and hesitated for a moment, seemingly distracted. He spoke less, and after another hour, Li Zhouwei rose to take his leave. The white-horned Dragon Son accompanied him out of the hall, his expression solemn as he said in a low tone, “This visit may have lacked in hospitality, please don’t hold it against me, Brother Minghuang.”0

Li Zhouwei thought briefly, then shook his head and said, “Why say that, Brother Dingjiao? Once I have news, I’ll send it down through Huiyao.”0

Two demonic creatures escorted him out. The white flood dragon turned and reentered the hall, frowning with a hint of regret as he said, “Wupian, I fear this white qilin was sincere in wanting to befriend me. Yet I tried to win him over with a spirit artifact…...4