It was yet again a small stone house, resembling the stone house from the collapsed Qilin Peak. It was the same quiet environment with the same simple decoration.
The stone house door was left open this time and Qin Fen didn't need to use any special means in order to see the master of the house.
Qilin wore a cyan warrior robe on his body and he casually sat on a rosewood chair. He emanated a forthright vibe to those around him.
Qin Fen walked into the stone house and carefully looked at the silent Song Wendong. Compared to the face he saw during the fierce battle last time, it was even more impressive. The person in front of him was vast and his depth could not be seen through.
Song Wendong was holding a steaming teapot in his hand, with his energetic eyes narrowed. He just stared at the steam coming out from the teapot.
