Chapter 8 - 5.1: Discussion Between Three Fools In The Ju Yang Temple At Night
This matter...how does one phrase it? It was something that could be considered as important, or it could be considered as something insignificant. It could be shameful to the person in question, or it might not matter to him. However, for what that person thought, they evidently believed that this matter was the most humiliating thing they experienced in their whole life. This was because, both Mu Qing and all the martial gods in his Palace Hall would have a falling out with someone should they bring up that time. Sure enough, Fu Yao paused a bit before he stared at the very innocent Xie Lian, who was waving his hands and standing to the side. Fu Yao smiled sarcastically before saying, "Saying something like that, people who didn't know would have thought that you gods at the Nan Yang Palace Hall would have aided His Highness the Crown Prince."
Nan Feng also smiled sarcastically. "Your General is indeed someone who would kick their benefactor in their teeth, what more can you say?"
"Uh..." Xie Lian had just wanted to interfere in their argument, when Fu Yao started speaking with a chuckle, "Ah ha ha, your General is only a pot that calls the kettle black. What qualifications do you have to say these words?"
"..." Xie Lian couldn't take it anymore as he watched the two of them use him as a big stick that hammered both of their General's backs. He cut in, "Wait, wait! Stop it, stop it."
Naturally, no one paid attention to him. In addition, they actually started fighting. Xie Lian didn't know who attacked the other first; but in any case, the table for the sacrificial offerings cracked into two halves. The bowl with the fruits fell, and those fruits rolled everywhere on the floor. Seeing this, Xie Lian figured that it was probably impossible to hold them back from fighting. Thus, he sat down in a corner before sighing, "Ah, how unlucky". He picked up the small steamed bun that had rolled to his side. Then, he rubbed and removed the skin before preparing to eat it.
However, when Nan Feng glimpsed this out of the corner of his eye, he immediately swept out his palm to hit that bun away. "Don't eat it!"
Fu Yao also stopped, before he spoke in a shocked and a disdaining manner, "It even fell into the ashes. You can still stomach that?"
Xie Lian took the chance to wave his hands again. He said, "Stop, stop, stop. I have something to say."
After separating the two martial gods, Xie Lian began in an amicable manner, "First, that Crown Prince you're referring to is precisely me. This prince hadn't even said anything, so don't use me as your weapon to attack each other." He paused for a moment before adding another sentence. "I believe that both of your Generals would never do something like this. For you to lack propriety like this, how would their prestige survive?"