Take, for instance, the Ming Sect's Sun Moon Flag with its three-fire emblem.
Or the White Lotus Sect's White Lotus Flag, featuring the head of Maitreya Buddha.
Unfortunately, these riverboats bore no insignia at all... at least Yang Ge couldn't recognize any.
'Guess I'll have to ask someone,'
he thought to himself, pulled up his handkerchief to cover his cheeks, slightly bent his knees, and, like a large bird spreading its wings, he glided gracefully over a distance of two zhang across the river's surface and landed on the prow of an iron chain-linked riverboat docked at the riverside.
He saw a group of rowdy men in disheveled clothes, sitting together in bunches, eating meat and drinking wine, shouting and bellowing, oblivious to his boarding.
"Hey."
He had to proactively speak up to break into the men's indulgence: "Who's in charge here, come out and let's have a chat."
All the underlings turned their heads upon hearing the voice and stared at him.
