It was the dead of night, after all!
Yet a red sun rose from below, vivid and bright.
But this vivid, bright red sun was pitted and uneven, not smooth and round like the real sun.
"A Manifestation!"
"Is... is this a Painting Path Manifestation?!"
"Heavens! By the Sage Emperor, does Young Master Lin Ke produce a Manifestation no matter what he does?!"
Countless people were stunned.
This Manifestation, too, swept across ten thousand miles.
And a Painting Path Manifestation?
Sorry, never mind the era of the Hundred Schools of Thought-even counting from the Xia Dynasty onward, there probably hadn't been many.
Yet Lin Ke had simply painted one into existence.
A Painting Path Manifestation was something rarely seen across the ages!
Yet Lin Ke had produced one with his very first painting.
"Could this really be a new Painting Path?!"
Many people didn't understand.
They could tell that Lin Ke's "Sunrise" was genuinely different.
But being different didn't mean it constituted a path of its own.
To constitute a path of its own, it had to have been tested and practiced by an entire world.
Now it seemed...
Qi Ye said nothing. His expression was no longer dark; instead, he earnestly studied Lin Ke's face and body.
Sensing Qi Ye's gaze, Lin Ke looked over.
Their eyes met. Qi Ye frowned, and Lin Ke smiled faintly.
"You shouldn't have servile status," Qi Ye said with a frown. "With such knowledge and such extraordinary ideas, you shouldn't have servile status."
"I've had servile status since childhood." Lin Ke shook his head. "It's my status that's lowly, not my heart or my aspirations."
Lin Ke felt rather helpless, too.
This fellow Qi Ye really wouldn't take anything in, neither oil nor salt.
Still, thinking about it, it was rather sad.
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