On the staircase leading up the Huashan Sect Mountain, a dashing young man wearing luxurious white robes while carrying a sword on his waist was frantically spinning his head from left to right to observe the blooming plum blossom trees on either side of the path.
"Wah! I can't help but be captivated every time I make my way up here. Why can't our Clan have these beautiful plum blossom trees?"
An expressionless wrinkled-faced old man who had a head full of gray hair and was walking behind the youth responded.
"Young Master, the plum blossom trees are a representation of the Huashan Sect. It's not that we can't acquire a few of these trees, but having a representation of another power in our Clan would send a bad message to the masses."
The dashing young man hearing this huffed and said.
