The dragon qilin, on the other hand, was very happy. He became more hardworking as he ran while carrying Qin Mu. He was as fast as lightning, much faster than he was in the desert.
Even though his thoughts were far-reaching at times, he still wasn't someone like Ge Ke. When he heard Qin Mu saying that Patriarch had not yet died to Patriarch's son but that he had become a god, the big fatty couldn't help celebrating and deciding to work much harder.
Qin Mu found it hard to lie to him.
'In the sea of fog in the living realm of the dead, Daoist Ling Jing was the boatman,' Qin Mu thought to himself. 'Based on that, Patriarch should be in the living realm of the dead as well. Village Chief gave me eight Fengdu coins, so I must go there once more and find the answer for myself!"