Shang Pinying looked at the dragon qilin. His injuries became worse as he stood up with a bitter smile. With snow-like white hair and an old voice, he asked, "Sir, may I know your honored name?"
Son of Heaven Yin perked up his ears and prepared to write down the dragon qilin's real name so that he could kill him.
The dragon qilin smiled and said, "I'm a secluded mountain person. I comprehended the meteorological signs and all sorts of algebra. I call myself Dragon Mountain Sanren."
"Dragon Mountain Sanren? Thanks for the lesson!"
Shang Pinying bowed before running away haggardly. His voice came as if he was crying and ranting. "You're still a youth, you're still a youth! The title of number one heavenly master belongs to you now…"
