After Wang Lin and the other two left, Lin Ke was alone in the room.
Tonight's gains had been enormous!
Absolutely enormous!
Although Lin Ke had prepared for this long ago, he still felt he had benefited immensely.
Once all three had left, Lin Ke lay down, pulled up his blanket, and prepared to close his eyes and drift off.
"Um..."
Just as he closed his eyes, a deep, muffled voice rang out.
Lin Ke immediately opened his eyes and sat up. "Brother Zhang."
"Um, young brother Lin, this Reformer School of yours... could I join?" Butcher Zhang scratched his head awkwardly, his face reddening slightly behind his thick beard. "I'm willing to become your disciple."
Lin Ke did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Of course you can! But as for becoming my disciple..."
"No, please let me become your disciple. I have to be your senior disciple." Butcher Zhang looked solemn. "I ain't being the junior."
Lin Ke: impressive.
Earlier, Li Chungang and Wang Lin had fought over being the senior master, and now Butcher Zhang wanted to be the senior disciple?
"Besides, I don't want to learn your teachings without acknowledging you as my master. People would point at my back and curse me for that!" Butcher Zhang's expression was very serious. "So please, let me become your senior disciple."
Lin Ke froze. Before he could speak, Butcher Zhang dropped to his knees and struck his forehead against the floor three times. "Honored Master, please accept your disciple's three bows!"
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
The three sharp reports came from Butcher Zhang's forehead striking the stone floor.
At the same time, several thunderclaps rang out in the late-night sky.
Lin Ke's vision went black, and he toppled backward.
"Master! Your senior disciple is coming to save you!"