Lin Ke had no idea what people were discussing in the streets and alleys outside.
But he knew he was about to die of exhaustion.
"...Three comic books for one tael of silver. Thank you for your patronage."
After collecting the payment, he could barely straighten his back, but he still wore a smile.
Meanwhile, once the customer left, Lin Ke immediately channeled the power of reform within him toward his mouth and murmured:
"Recovered from illness, my purse lay bare; as leaves first fell, my spirit cleared."
At once, currents of wondrous power emerged around him, then surged into his body.
Within seconds, Lin Ke regained his vitality and greeted the next customer with a beaming smile.
This time, however, the next customer was a boy of about ten.
Of course, comics like "Doraemon Cat" appealed most to children, teenagers, and young adults.
The same had been true in his previous life.
So Lin Ke was not surprised at all. He simply smiled and asked, "Young master, which comic book would you like?"
The boy wore plain cloth garments and straw sandals. His face was covered in dust, but his eyes were bright and full of spirit.
"My name is Wu Daozi. I have come to visit Young Master Lin Ke, who founded the Comics Path. Brother Doraemon Cat, might you know where he is?" The boy cupped his hands and bowed. Despite his plain clothing, he seemed courteous and refined.
Wu Daozi?
Lin Ke froze.
That name...
Who was Wu Daozi?
In his previous life, Wu Daozi had been the Painting Saint!
The famous "Heavenly King Sending His Son," for instance, had been painted by Wu Daozi. He excelled at depicting Buddhist and Daoist subjects, spirits and ghosts, people, landscapes, birds and beasts, plants, towers, and pavilions. He