In this place, a Sect's influence wasn't determined by its standing in its own Small Thousand Realm, but by its status within the Star Alliance.
Just as Moo WuZheng had said: one hundred and eighty-sixth place.
The end of the month was still a long way off, and Moo WuZheng had no desire to wait around. He only needed to check in every ten days or so, like a farmer tending his crops. For now, the harvest looked promising. With a flicker, his body hovered in mid-air. He then shot off at high speed, seemingly without the aid of any Magical Artifact. From start to finish, it appeared he had only used a little more than ten percent of his Elemental Power.
Holy Hall, Thunderlight Hall.
Hu Jing and the others already knew Wang Meng had left. Zhang Xiaojiang was bawling his eyes out, insisting that he had to go find Wang Meng.
