In the end, Jingang still did not take off his Confucian robes.
Meanwhile, Lin Ke no longer looked anything like himself.
He wore nothing but a pair of underpants, and even those were wrapped in strips of cloth and hidden from sight.
A layer of white, black, and gray mud covered his pale body.
He looked like a little miniature pig that had just rolled in a mud pit. His fair, delicate skin was faintly visible, though something covered it.
At the same time, Lin Ke carried a "hammer" of middling length and decidedly odd design over his shoulder.
"Brother Jingang, from now on, don't call me Lin Ke." After some thought, Lin Ke decided he needed a different name, too.
"What should I call you, then?" Jingang raised an eyebrow. "Our names were bestowed upon us by our parents. How can we speak so lightly of changing them?"
"Brother Jingang..." Lin Ke had not expected Jingang to be so rigid.
He had always thought Jingang was merely bookish and refined on the outside, while inside, he was just as wicked as Lin Ke-so blackhearted he practically shone.
After all, who gave someone else their own armpit hair as a gift?
Who knew this fellow was a pure, unadulterated white dove, inside and out!
An absolute idiot!
"You must understand that I came on this journey to train in the Military Martial Path and the Beast-Taming Path," Lin Ke said solemnly. "Regarding the Military Martial Path, Sunzi said that warfare has no fixed configuration. How, then, could I get hung up on mere outward trappings?"
"As for the Beast-Taming Path, if I don't live like wild beasts, barely clothed, never eating my fill, ignorant and muddled, how can I connect with their hearts and minds?"
"There are countless paths beneath