Happily flattered by the praise and applause, Huaisang ducks his head briefly, shy about accepting it. He resumes walking, heading North along the route he saw, but walks a little closer, enough so that his shoulder brushes against Loki's arm every few steps.

"Very different." Eyes widening a little as he considers the comparison, Huaisang smiles a little as he speaks of his home. "Lanling and Jinlin Tai, here, the region is very fertile, with some gold mines, so the sect is very wealthy and the city is expansive. Qinghe is a fortress city built on and into a mountain. We have more orchards than grain fields, and our mines are steel and silver instead of gold. Still, this place is all luxury and gilt, while Qinghe is very ... utilitarian. Our sect does not believe in lavish displays and frivolous things. Which means that I'm even worse of an embarrassment as a leader than I would be in any other sect."