Zhang Deming listened to the discourse for a moment, then shook his head, rather speechless.
Gan Zili, sitting beside him, showed a slight change in expression. He raised his hand to activate the one-way Sound Insulation Array on their table, enveloping the few people around them. Tilting his head toward Zhang Deming, he asked, "Junior Brother Zhang, why do you shake your head? Is there something about this discourse that dissatisfies you?"
Zhang Deming paused for a moment before replying, "Well, it's not quite what I'd hoped for. If I were to rate my expectations for this event on a scale of one hundred, I would've given the opening ceremony a ninety-nine, leaving one point just to be modest. But this initial discourse... it's been a huge disappointment."
Gan Zili's brow furrowed slightly. "Why? I think it sounds great. Look at all the Disciples around us—many of them are already lost in contemplation."
