Pei Yan, who considered himself experienced with many grand occasions, found himself at a loss for how to respond to the overwhelming welcome ceremony. As he sat there feeling like he was on pins and needles, contemplating whether to stand up, wave, and say a few words to acknowledge the audience's cheers, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Just stay like this, keep a straight face and remain motionless. This suits your identity. Don't speak too much, the more you say, the more mistakes you make!"
Pei Yan didn't know who was speaking to him. Instinctively, he scanned the surrounding crowd with a quick glance from the corner of his eye but couldn't find the source, so he gave up looking and followed the instruction, sitting still and accepting the welcome from the city's citizens.
