Having Qilin as a mount is naturally excellent, but Feng Qing'an felt that the original form of Sen Miao's Dragon Horse was also quite good, as it was a symbol of the Human Race's saintly kings.
"Master, what is there to regret?"
"The Qilin is good, but the Dragon Horse is not bad either..."
Feng Qing'an expressed his thoughts. If he could choose, he would of course want both.
"I understand now."
Upon understanding why Feng Qing'an sighed, Sen Miao seemed to be contemplating, her thoughts actually aligned with Feng Qing'an's. The Qilin bloodline was excellent, but she didn't want to erase the bloodline her father passed on to her.
"Please give me a few days."
"What do you plan to do?"
Feng Qing'an curiously asked.
"To control the bloodline."
Sen Miao had a firm plan in her heart already. Feng Qing'an could faintly guess this Qilin Beast's idea, and naturally, he supported it.
