I, Lin Ye, am an ordinary bartender in the city on the surface, but in truth, I'm a sleeping Qilin Immortal Venerable.
When my newly accepted disciple, Chen Mo, was humiliated by a rich young master with a foot on his head, I flicked my finger and shattered a wineglass. The instant shards of glass embedded themselves in the young master's knee, the red-haired huntress in the corner shot to her feet. "Qilin flame?!"
