"How could I possibly accept this?"
Even as Lin Ke spoke, he snatched the Golden Crow Wing Feather over to inspect it.
The Golden Crow Wing Feather felt warm and smooth in his hand. Rather than a feather, it seemed like a sculpture cast from some kind of metal, hard yet warm.
Seeing Lin Ke like this, Jingang could not help smiling. "It really is more interesting around you, Brother Lin."
Lin Ke looked up at that. "Brother Jin, how do you activate this thing... I mean, your wing feather?"
"It just needs a certain amount of heat. You can light a fire. Hmm, I forgot you haven't entered a path yet..." Jingang thought for a moment. "Once you have some cultivation, you can heat it directly with literary qi. For now, rubbing it between your hands should work, I suppose?"
Lin Ke clasped the forearm-length feather between his palms and rubbed them up and down.
With the hand speed he had developed over years of chopping firewood, he rubbed the Golden Crow feather scalding hot in just a few seconds.
Once the Golden Crow feather heated up, a point of light also appeared in Prince Jingang's armpit.
"Sorry, Brother Lin. The shortest feathers on my body are the ones closest to my torso," Jingang said sheepishly.
"It's fine, it's fine." Lin Ke did not mind. If the Sage Emperor's leg hair could slay a Great Confucian, he would not mind using that either.
Practicality was what mattered!
"Good." Jingang smiled and cupped his hands. "Brother Lin, let's part ways here, then."
"All right." Lin Ke cupped his hands. "If you ever need me, I'll do everything I can."
Jingang nodded, turned, and vanished on the spot.
Looking at the half-meter-long black-and-gold wing feather in his arms, Lin Ke was