Smiling, Lin Ke bowed three times to the unknown presence, performing the ceremony to become his disciple.
Would it affect anything?
Affect it, my ass!
It was just like those questions on a certain shopping site in his previous life.
Would wearing these "summer men's jeans fashionable Korean-style cropped pants black slimming blue trousers" affect my ability to drive a Ferrari?
Of course not!
Affect it, my ass!
Lin Ke merely wanted to seize the chance to advertise.
After all, this was being broadcast live across the entire city!
Instead of worrying about empty things like saving face, why not consider spreading his comics and the novel path?
Thus, Lin Ke became a disciple without the slightest qualm.
And he only asked his question after the ceremony was over.
The entire city fell utterly silent.
Lin Ke did not mind at all, but Ge Hong and Kumarajiva would not stand for it.
"A Dao Heir is a Dao Heir." Ge Hong's hearty laughter rang out. "Young friend, you must not be insatiably greedy!"
Insatiably greedy?
That simply wouldn't do.
Lin Ke had heard a famous saying in his previous life: Mine, mine, all mine.
He thought that famous saying made perfect sense.
"What a pity." Lin Ke shook his head regretfully, then raised the Bamboo Staff toward the sky.
The next instant, the Roc soaring straight upward surged madly toward the Bamboo Staff in his hand, together with the boundless Sea of Cangming, and was sucked dry in the blink of an eye.
Then Lin Ke opened his mouth and softly recited:
"Who first awakes from the great dream? All my life, I alone have known. Spring sleep in the thatched hall has had its fill; beyond the window, the sunlight lingers still."
As his words fell, the literary qi