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"THAT'S strange," li minhao immediately pointed out, looking around the shrine that began to collect and gather dust from the many years it had been abandoned. "general ming guang is in charge of the north, but there's only nan yang temple here." he curiously looked at the statue. "general nan yang is in charge of the southeast, but he has so many believers in the north." that sentence caused fu yao to scoff and say, "that's right. he's beloved by many." with a smug smirk displayed on his face.
still confused, li minhao felt conflicted and asked, "i have a question," he hesitated, "but i don't know..." he mumbled softly. "if you're unsure, just don't ask then." nan feng quickly snapped back, refusing to lock eyes with li minhao. with a confused grin, li minhao tilted his head. "actually... i was going to say i don't know who i should ask." intrigued and eager to tell the young martial god, fu yao walked up to the both of them with the same smug smirk on his face. "is it about the story behind the naming of nan yang temples?"
somewhat drawn to the question and story, li minhao looked up at fu yao with furrowed eyebrows. he repeated the question, "the story behind the naming?" nan feng retaliated, "shut up!" as he shot the other daggers with his eyes. "a long time ago, general nan yang was called general duke. however, a careless king misspelled duke, replacing u with i. hence, all duke temples changed their names to dick temple." fu yao grinned and leaned in to whisper in li minhao's ears, "words travel fast." the young martial god felt his cheeks heat up.
it was visible that nan feng was fuming with anger, his fists balled up and shaking, ready to throw a punch in the face of a laughing fu yao. "the error has been corrected!" nan feng interjected, angrily. "what's the point? up until now, aren't nan yang temples' frequent visitors still women? a lot of them would blush while making wishes." fu yao teased, poking nan feng's chest. angrily, nan feng shouted, "don't be an asshole!"
nan feng then pointed at the floor. "sweep the floor if you have nothing better to do!" irked, fu yao glared back at the other. "what did you say?" his voice dropped an octave lower, a growl nearly escaping the back of his throat. nan feng huffed a laugh and continued, "didn't your general serve tea to his highness, sweep his floor, and make his bed?"
