Wang Zijia expressed his motivational speech in a relatively contemporary way, along with distinct self-mockery, leaving a deep impression on many of the others present. Quite a few of the disciples took his words to heart. However, a handful of the "perfected" seated in the main position at the front of the great hall were slightly frowning.
"Finally, I want to tell you this. If you're young, remember these words: Even in poverty, be firm and unwavering in your ambition to reach the highest clouds,"
"If you are already old, it's okay. You should understand: though your body ages, your ambition stays young. Upon death, you can still be an extraordinary ghost."
"We, as monks, as long as our hearts are not dead and our will is not gone, everything is possible. I wish you all: May you all rise with the wind like a rocs, soaring ninety thousand miles!"
"Thank you!"
"Clap, clap, clap...."
"Well said!"
"Brother Wang is a model for our generation!"
