"You're that Ji Fa kid, right? Hey, let me tell you, from now on, you're my little brother, and I'm going to be your General. Got it?"
"Just based on you? Are you out of your mind?"
Facing the small kid whose height didn't even reach his waist, claiming to be his General, Ji Fa would never agree. As the second son of the Western Marquis, a prodigy of the heavens with a solid foundation in martial arts, how could he submit to the authority of a little kid?
"Oh? Ji Fa, don't think I'm bullying you. If you can withstand three moves from me, then I won't make you my little brother. We'll be equals, what do you think?"
"You're boasting. I've trained too. A little kid like you, I could make you cry with just one punch."
"Alright, alright. If you make me cry, I'll admit I'm not as good as you. But if you lose, you have to acknowledge me as your General."
"I, Ji Fa, am the son of the Western Marquis. A gentleman's words are as binding as a team of horses."