After discussing matters of the academy, Xu Xingguang extended her evenly slender index finger, pointing to the location of the names of Ying Tu and the others, and said to Ying Ziyao: "Uncle Ying, we have to wipe off Grandpa's name from this shame wall."
There's no reason for those without a spotless identity to have their names carved on the shame wall.
Ying Ziyao felt a surge of warmth.
To remove the names of the master and the two uncles from the shame wall had been a notion Ying Ziyao entertained when he first entered the Divine Martial Realm, when he was still young.
But after being assigned to a barren medicine field as an apprentice for five years, having only learned the language and script of the Divine Martial Realm and no other progress, always remaining a mere stranger without even the qualification to step into the Winner Headquarters, he profoundly realized that some ideas are pipe dreams.
