The old man holding the dry smoke looked up at the celestial Qilin Beast rushing down from the sky, then lowered his head, gazing at the ten proud figures standing ahead.
For a moment, it seemed as if the sea breeze grew stronger, causing the long hair and clothes of the ten people to flutter even more fiercely with the wild wind.
Vaguely, the old man seemed to have guessed something.
But then he shook his head vigorously, telling himself: "Impossible! How could it be them! They, who can't even afford to ride a Cloud-devouring Beast, how could they possibly be the masters of those Qilin Beasts? It's not them, definitely not them."
Earlier, the old man had secretly mocked those people, thinking they wouldn't even pay the price to ride a Cloud-devouring Beast. If they were the masters of the Qilin Beasts, it would be like slapping himself in the face.
Therefore, the old man kept forcing himself to believe that those ten people had nothing to do with the Qilin Beasts.
