"Please, Your Majesty, speak plainly!" As soon as Ziwei opened his mouth, the entire hall came alive. Everyone knew the main event had arrived.
Not bad. After that little disturbance, he had invisibly taken control of the situation. Ziwei stroked his beard, looking quite composed. "Since it is an evening gala, it should naturally be held on New Year's Eve. While arranging the banquet, We should also prepare some songs and dances, make the gala venue grand and magnificent. First, it will reflect the dignity of our Heavenly Court; second, it will display the bearing of us immortals."
Qin Fen did not care much about making the spectacle grand. This was not the Mortal Realm; immortal methods did not involve any such thing as extravagance or waste.
"Indeed, we should intimidate those mortals and the Demon Tribe." Li Jing nodded. He was an old-fashioned man with deeply ingrained beliefs. Immortals were immortals, and they naturally had to show how they differed from others.
"Of course, We must also stay grounded. We should prepare some performances and celebrate with the people. At the same time, We should show the Heavenly Court's approachable side. For example, We could hold discussion forums, speak of the Heavenly Court's advantages, then send representatives who attained the Dao from among mortals to talk about their journeys. Land God Zhang Fude and the divine physician Hua Tuo, for instance. They were both mortals, so this would bring everyone closer together." The more Ziwei spoke, the more excited he became. The Spring Festival could actually be paired with the lottery Qin Fen had organized before.
Why did they encourage mortals and demons to seek Merit? To attain the Dao? That was too vague. Put simply, it was for benefits.
What were the benefits of becoming immortal? Eternal youth