"Martial... dance??"
The eunuch froze, unable to make sense of it.
Not just the eunuch-no one could make sense of it.
Dance, as in dancing?
What the hell?
Dancing counted as martial arts too?
Just then, a figure abruptly appeared in the arena.
"Dance is also a part of martial arts!"
The man spoke with a smile.
"Dean Wu?" The eunuch sounded surprised. "I recall that your Pure Stream Academy is in Hebei Circuit. What brings you here? You look travel-worn. Surely you didn't come all this way especially for this?"
"Indeed I did." Dean Wu of the Pure Stream Academy looked at Lin Ke with a smile. "I came for my beloved disciple... My dear disciple, would you give me that sheet of yellow paper?"
The moment he finished speaking, countless thoughts exploded across the sky.
"Despicable!"
"You damned Longyang, let go of my beloved disciple!"
"Damn it! I'm heading to the Capital City right now to fight you to the death!"
"Aaaaaah! My little darling has been targeted by this Longyang! I'm furious! Aaaaaah!"
Many academies had branches in the Capital City, but their deans were not always there. Instead, they used various methods to extend their thoughts over from their academies' headquarters.
That was why these academy deans had long since accepted Lin Ke as their disciple, yet had never come to meet him.
Now, the dean of the Clear Stream Academy had come here in person. It was certainly unexpected.
Lin Ke could not help sizing up his master.
The dean of the Clear Stream Academy before him wore a positively nuclear-friendly smile. He stood over 1.98 meters tall, dressed in green Confucian robes, with a towering, imposing frame and powerful muscles. Two enormous pectorals, along with massive biceps and triceps, looked ready to burst through