Bulin and Commander Red Lizard's faces lit up with excitement when they heard Lu Feng's decision.
This was exactly what they had been hoping for.
Bulin hastily asked, "Mr. Lu, what will we call our organization?"
"The Xuanfeng Alliance!" Lu Feng said decisively. 'The rules say you can't build an army abroad, so an 'alliance' it is.'
He hadn't given the name much thought.
After all, was it really so strange to name a power he established after himself?
Not at all.
History was full of such examples.
"Sir, what about our alliance flag?" Commander Red Lizard quickly asked.
Lu Feng's reply was even more decisive this time. "A dragon. A black dragon flag. If you don't know what that means, ask Black Snake. He'll know how to make it."
As a Descendant of the Dragon, he didn't need to think twice about it.
And as for the color black—*xuan*—it was the state color of that legendary dynasty. He had to use it. The strength of that ancient empire was the pride of his people.
