"Strange, strange!"
"I heard that seventy years ago, when the Luo Tian Sect held the Foundation Establishment Ceremony for Sect Leader Sima Huiniang, it was quite grand, with cranes welcoming the guests and rainbows forming bridges. How come this time is so plain?"
"Indeed, it doesn't make sense for the Luotian period to be so grand, and now that a sect has been established, it has become shabby!"
Murmurs of discussion reached the ears of Qin Yuanjiang and his companion.
The junior sister also curiously asked, "Shouldn't they have set up grand arrays, golden lotuses, auspicious clouds, and myriad colorful cloud trails to show the significance of the celebration?"
Qin Yuanjiang was also puzzled.
But after contemplating carefully, he revealed a thoughtful expression.
He slowly transmitted his thoughts:
"When one is weak, one naturally needs to dress up and boost one's presence."
"But when one is established, there is no need to show off with such fanfare."