"I don't want a gold chain, it's out of fashion. I want a golden bowl, three of them!"
The dragon qilin's voice rang out as he said, "I want my room to be like Sister Yan'er's. I want half of it to be a dragon's nest and half of it to be a bird's nest. I don't want a qilin's cave, it's out of fashion… Cult Master! Cult Master's back!"
The dragon qilin turned around and was pleasantly surprised, though Hu Ling'er flew towards Qin Mu before he could. She morphed into a small ten-year-old girl flying towards Qin Mu.
Qin Mu bent down and picked her up, hugging her. He then placed her on his shoulder and laughed. "Ling'er, you're here! Why did you come here?"
