After dinner.
With stomachs full.
Not a single drop of soup left in the pot.
In front of the Supreme Mage, lay a heap of chicken bones.
Yi Lin waved his hand.
The pile of chicken bones floated up into the air, piecing themselves neatly into the shape of "Gil No. 1" as it was in life, flapped its wings, and then all at once plunged into the nearby trash can.
Farewell, Gil No. 1.
Having made up his mind to exchange knowledge with the Supreme Mage, Yi Lin stopped pretending and laid his cards on the table, revealing his abilities.
"Oh?"
The Supreme Mage, picking his teeth with a bamboo pick he found somewhere, belched loudly and exhaled a breath of alcohol, his murky eyes twinkling slightly.
Only then did Yi Lin notice that the Supreme Mage's hands were covered in scars, the tooth-picking hand trembling slightly, shaking like an elderly person with Parkinson's disease. Yi Lin doubted how such a person could be called a Supreme Mage.
