Zhu Guan stared at Qian Ping for a long time: "Since someone has adhered to the rules, then let bygones be bygones."
Qigong said to the man, "Bring the ancestral portrait."
The man went into a hall room, fetched a scroll, and unfurled it before everyone. On it was a figure with a full face of curly beard, glaring fiercely.
Qigong clasped his hands behind his back: "Since both of you want to take a blood oath of alliance, let the ugly truths be said upfront."
The fat man, Wang Huan, grinned fawningly: "You speak."
"Firstly, the 'Ban Private Fighting Order.' From today onwards, Heji and Furui Xiang are forbidden from private fighting. If anyone initiates a provocation, they shall lose a finger and be expelled from the Imperial Capital."
"Secondly, 'Compensate First, Then Divide.' If there are any spoils, thirty percent goes to the families of those who died in battle, and the remaining seventy percent is split evenly."
