Only after the stewards had bowed to Zhang Tie did they leave. As they went, each of them glanced at him, their eyes filled with profound astonishment and a measure of awe. As stewards responsible for tending the ancestral hall on Yiyang Mountain and awaiting the orders of the clan elders, they naturally knew what all this was for.
"Elder Mu En, what is all this? Are they setting up for some celebration?" Zhang Tie asked curiously.
"Of course it's for a celebration. I told you yesterday—have you forgotten already?" Elder Mu En smiled, clearly in high spirits.
"Ah, a celebration for me?"
"Of course!"
"This... isn't it a bit too grand?" Zhang Tie looked around at the busy stewards and disciples, the golden bricks patterned with auspicious clouds spread across the ground, and the prayer banners hanging within the hall. The scale truly seemed excessive. Last night, when the elders had said there would be a formal ceremony to celebrate Huaiyuan Hall gaining another Knight, he had assumed it would merely be a symbolic gesture. He had never expected such a spectacular affair.
"The Wheel-Turning Ceremony is a major matter for the clan. There can naturally be no carelessness whatsoever!" Elder Mu En said solemnly.
"The Wheel-Turning Ceremony?"
"Upon becoming a Knight, one condenses one's chakra. As the chakra turns unceasingly, one's martial fortune flourishes and endures. The turning Knight's chakra concerns not only yourself, but also the rise and fall of the fortunes of Huaiyuan Hall and the entire clan. Thus, whenever someone becomes a Knight, a Wheel-Turning Ceremony must be held to celebrate and display the Knight's majesty!" At this point, Elder Mu En swept his gaze across the entire hall, his eyes brimming with nostalgia and deep emotion, and his voice lowered. "The last time a