They had all read the books of sages and worthies, so how was this Lord Lin so different?
Before the Personnel Department officials present could collect themselves, they sensed waves of powerful auras rising from all across the Capital City.
And most of them came from Chaoyang Street!
"Lin Ke, who would still dare touch you now?"
"Waaah! My precious, darling disciple, your beloved beautiful master is here!"
"Lin Ke, are you out of your mind? I'm not the Third Prince anymore! I'm just a waiter!"
"Hahaha! Whoever provoked you, I'll help you cut them down!"
"Heh heh, Lin Ke, have you brought in any more money lately?"
One bizarre voice after another echoed through the Personnel Department compound, and the formation protecting it shattered instantly.
But once the formation broke, all manner of fantastic, strange figures appeared above the compound.
The Novelists' School's Imaginary Realm!
Among commonly used defensive measures, aside from the Daoist School's formations, the most powerful was the Novelists' School's Imaginary Realm.
Lin Ke had set up an Imaginary Realm in his courtyard as well, and around the true body of Cloud Dream Marsh.
But the Imaginary Realm here at the Personnel Department was even stronger than his!
"Hah? I've read Yu Chu's Miscellaneous Tales eight hundred times! A measly bit of power of imagination? Even Sage Yu himself couldn't stop this little lady! Ha! Open up for me!"
Wang Lin's voice rang out.
The next instant, a hole seemed to tear open in the sky, and billowing demonic aura poured down like the end of the world.
"My darling disciple!"
Wang Lin appeared, with a whole crowd behind her.
"I've missed you to death these past few days!" Wang Lin gazed at Lin Ke with a radiant smile, looking every bit a bashful maiden.
But