Destined Qilin: Invincible Through Treasure Appraisal

"Master, my three-year sentence is over. I can't stay by your side and serve you for the time being."

Black Prison, the deepest cell in the Xuan District.

Lin Jun knelt bare-chested on the ground. A lifelike qilin tattoo stretched across his bronze-colored back, radiating authority and dominance, though for some reason only half of it was there. An old man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged in the shadows and sighed softly. "I've passed on everything I know to you. Qilins feed on dragons. If you stay in prison, it will be hard for you to keep improving."

"Thank you for your teachings, Master!" Tears streamed down Lin Jun's face as he struck the ground with another heavy kowtow. "The qilin returns to the sea. Do not betray this blood!"