"Holy crap, you can do that!?"
Master San Nong was utterly shaken. He'd never imagined you could buy fans with money.
No way!
He had to learn this trick!
As the founding Imperial Preceptor of Great Qin, how could he go out without any fans?
"I've seen it all now!"
Mu Xiu was just as shocked, and it took him a long time to calm down.
He'd thought Qian Jun and Wan Ma's online army was impressive enough. He hadn't expected them to have other side businesses, too.
"No wonder each of them has two Divine Artifacts!"
Ren Huan's eyes were full of envy. He wanted two Divine Artifacts as well.
But Qin Feng's professional team was packed with talented people, and ever since Ren Huan joined, he hadn't accomplished a single thing worth showing off.
Of the people who'd originally followed Qin Feng, Mu Xiu had become a duke, Master San Nong had become the Imperial Preceptor, and Old Qi had become a general. He was the only one who hadn't even landed an official post.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong chanted a Buddhist prayer with one hand and edged toward Ren Huan, holding his purple-gold alms bowl.
"Uh..."
Ren Huan was instantly consumed by jealousy. That bald monk was getting way too smug.
Ever since he'd acquired his second Divine Artifact, he'd carried the purple-gold alms bowl around in his hands every day, as if he were afraid people wouldn't realize he had two Divine Artifacts.
"Imperial Preceptor, I have something to ask you!"
Chen Zu came scurrying over to seek his advice, deftly tossing a storage ring into the alms bowl.
"Lord Chen, you have a connection with my Buddha!"
Master San Nong put on a kindly smile and saluted Chen Zu with one hand.
"I wouldn't dare