In front of the hall on the Qilin Peak, As Steward Hou watched his Old Master, Qilin, walk down the peak, he didn't stand up immediately to welcome him. As a steward who had followed Qilin from the beginning, there was no need to show any false courtesy between the two. In Qilin's eyes, Steward Hou was already his old buddy and brother, the relationship between the two wasn't as simple as the relationship between a steward and his master.
Steward Hou's attention was completely on Qin Fen, who was lying not far away from his feet. The fact that Qin Fen was unconscious rather than dead even after having been hit by Qilin's Formless Finger of Disaster already drew Steward Hou's admiration. And much to Steward Hou's surprise, he was showing signs of waking up from the coma.
Qilin halted his advancing footsteps as the obsidian-like eys under his straight-as-sword eyebrows flickered with surprise.
