"Welcome party—"
"Uh~"
"Just send one over~"
After Ling Wuyuan pondered for a moment, he made the final decision.
Yan Manyan could not help but say with a troubled expression, "Wuyuan—"
"That may be so, but we simply do not have a welcome party of such high specifications—"
"Sending a lower-specification welcome party would not be impossible, but in other people's eyes, that choice would undoubtedly carry the air of showing weakness."
Just as she said.
In this world where strength reigned supreme, sending a low-specification welcome party to receive a high-specification delegation was not some terribly serious matter.
After all.
You could not expect everyone to possess the same degree of foundation and strength.
But at its core.
Such matters were also a means for various factions to display their own power.
When the welcome party you sent out was of lower specifications than the delegation dispatched by the other side, it would either give people the impression that you looked down on them, or make them feel that your strength was inferior.
At the end of the day.
They were merely envoys.
Their status at their own headquarters certainly could not be considered the highest.
Yet you, as the local power, could not even produce a corresponding party within your own headquarters—
Under such circumstances, it was difficult to make people believe that your overall strength surpassed theirs!!
Based on Yan Manyan's understanding of Ling Wuyuan, she did not think he would show weakness in a matter like this.
Even if the other party was the Tian Sui Zhen Yang Sect, praised throughout all manner of records as the undisputed overlord of one region.
Of course—
As a cultivator whose strength had reached the Immortal Realm.
Ling Wuyuan undoubtedly possessed the qualifications for such pride.
It was genuine,