Xia Weibao's face slightly sank, "These people are so shameless. Martial arts clearly belong to us Chinese, yet they claim it originated in Country A. Where's their face?"
The just-arrived Zhuang Xuejun shook her head, a bit helpless, "This is the current state of Huaxia, our national consciousness is too weak.
People worship foreign things and disdain our ancestors' heritage, thinking foreign monks chant better sutras.
Some even consider foreign holidays more important than our traditional ones, leading to our traditional festivals being increasingly undervalued.
Didn't Dragon Boat Festival almost get snatched away?"
Xia Weibao was dumbfounded, "Can it even be snatched?"
Zhong Shixia flicked her forehead, "You really don't care about current events. Not only have traditional festivals been snatched, but even our ancestors almost had their nationality changed, claimed to be from other countries, and our traditional calligraphy, sigh."
