A modest little restaurant has just opened on Anxi Street. The owner, surnamed Jiang, is generous and gracious, and looks like an ordinary businesswoman. But her employee is a body cultivator with a cultivation level of the third layer of Qi Refining.
That alone would be strange enough. What really caught Jiang Liuli's attention was the young Master Chu in the courtyard across the street. The servant constantly bustling about beside him, pouring tea and running errands, was none other than Qian the Half-Immortal, who once claimed he could summon immortals and discern the forces of yin and yang.
Qian the Half-Immortal was famous, and the peachwood sword passed down through his family was a treasure of the magical artifact class. Yet now he was willingly serving a young man, his expression full of sincere respect.
There was more to this than met the eye.
Jiang Liuli adjusted her sleeves and smiled as she headed for the courtyard. She was with the Demon Suppression Bureau, and understood this world better than anyone: a man who could make a half-immortal willingly serve him was either a mighty figure with power reaching the heavens, or a walking catastrophe. Either way, she had to find out what was going on.
