The Bloodshadow Sect.
[Golden-Haired Lion] knocked on the door of his newly acknowledged master, Blood Butcher Lan Nuotian.
Lan Nuotian was cultivating, seated cross-legged.
As [Golden-Haired Lion] entered, he lifted his eyelids a fraction. "Disciple, have you come to ask your master something about your cultivation technique?"
"Master, there's no problem with the technique." [Golden-Haired Lion] sized up his master, who was wreathed in blood energy, and asked tentatively, "Master, I'd like to donate a hundred thousand taels of silver to the Bloodshadow Sect and give everyone standardized uniforms. What do you think? The disciples wear all sorts of things. It doesn't show off our sect's imposing presence!"
"Disciple, there is no need to waste your thoughts on such trifles." Lan Nuotian frowned slightly. "The Bloodshadow Sect incorporates blood into its arts, which already makes us unacceptable to those worldly people. Our disciples have an easier time traveling through Rivers and Lakes in ordinary clothes. If we standardized our attire, I fear they would encounter obstacles everywhere they went. Besides, if you have a hundred thousand taels, why not buy yourself some magical artifacts and pills? Only strength lets you stride unchallenged across the world."
"..."
[Golden-Haired Lion] looked sheepish. His joy at joining the Bloodshadow Sect instantly took wing and vanished. He couldn't even standardize their clothes, let alone hang advertising signs at the Mountain Gate.
Compared with Shopkeeper Lin of the Righteousness Sect, his master was far too hidebound.
In an age of market economics, if they refused to make even the slightest change, why would players want to join?
Ugh!
[Golden-Haired Lion] let out a long, wistful sigh. Suddenly, he felt he had joined the wrong sect!
"Disciple, there is no need to sigh. You are one of the Heaven-Sent Ones, born with all your meridians open.