As the patterns on the bronze tripod became distinct, the Qilin's imprint was burned onto it, yet it did not transform into a Dharma Form. Instead, it became some kind of simple protective power. Li Guanyi did not know if this power was inherently incapable of becoming a Dharma Form, or if it was because
the Qilin was too weak to achieve this.
The bronze tripod hummed and gradually stilled.
A weary voice from the Qilin rose in Li Guanyi's heart:
"This city is not a safe place."
"My power can protect your life once."
"You... should leave."
"Do not come back."
Li Guanyi became anxious and thought to himself, "Wait a moment! You now——"
The breath of the Qilin deliberately severed its connection with Li Guanyi.
Firmly resolute.
It truly did not wish to engage in even a slight conversation with Li Guanyi.
It only hoped that the young man could be safe; its own considerations were beyond its scope.