"The Martial Arts Academy is even planning to make a grand flag for your Group of Heavenly Venerable, to brighten your spirits. What do you think?" Li Changkong said.
"No way!"
The five of them were resolutely against it, their expressions filled with grief and indignation.
Just thinking about it, in a field crowded with experts, the five of them would be standing under a 'Group of Heavenly Venerable' flag fluttering in the wind.
Just imagining it is enough to make one die of shame.
How could they possibly agree?
"Then it's settled, no flag will be made, to take care of your feelings."
Li Changkong generously conceded.
Mo Gan Yun and the others felt a little relieved at heart.
Fang Che nearly laughed himself to death on the side: the way to deal with shame is to give them an even more shameful choice, allowing them to choose the lesser of two evils.
And so it passed without incident.
Indeed it was so.
Li Changkong certainly lives up to being an old rascal.
