Tieqiu had been around for so long that he had long since developed his own fighting style. Did he still need someone else to teach him how to do things? It was utterly ridiculous.
Tieqiu said to him, "Let me tell you, if you want to get lost, then get lost right now, hear me? I don't need you here teaching me how to do things. If you keep running your mouth, don't blame me for deleting you outright."
"We're all fellow disciples. There's no need to make things this awkward. Don't let it get to the point where no one can save face."
Iron Egg brought the battle results before Saint Lord Taichu for him to look over, then asked how they should deal with the demon corpses. Should they bury them underground, or cut up the meat and distribute it among the brothers?
After considering it again and again, Saint Lord Taichu thought they should forget it. The bats' meat tasted far worse than he had imagined, and it carried an especially strong stench.
No matter how one looked at it, it was highly unreliable.
So, finding a place to bury and dispose of the corpses was the best choice, without question.
Saint Lord Taichu said to him, "Throw away what should be thrown away. Don't feel bad about it, and don't think it's a pity. You need to understand that this stuff isn't good to us at all."
"If you want to eat this meat, the texture is terrible—so bad it'll make you question your life."
"But Master, it really would be such a waste to throw these away. How about we wait a little longer?"
"Wait? Wait until when? Don't blame me for not warning you once you regret it. This is a very serious matter.