Long Yanrui grasped the massive flagpole with one hand and slammed it forcefully onto the ground. It sunk three feet into the stone, standing firm and steady.
He stepped back a few paces.
"Brother-in-law, it's not tall enough! Our Ice Spring covers four miles, and a flag of seven or eight zhang won't be visible from a distance if we stick three feet of it into the ground. Can people even see it?"
"Are you getting slow-witted? Just have your sister freeze a couple of larger platforms around it. If each platform has five steps, a flag of seven or eight zhang turns into nine or ten zhang. If that's still not enough, replace the platforms with tall pillars—raise it as high as you want—all fixed with ice. Who couldn't see it then?"
"You're right! I'll go get my sister!"
Long Yanrui suddenly realized the solution. He picked up a bundle of large flags and excitedly went to find Long Eying to help.
Liang Qu measured and scouted the area meticulously.
