Moo WuZheng was at the Fire Gate. Each of the Five-Star Monarchs watched over one gate, mainly to see if anyone with decent aptitude showed up this time. If they found someone suitable, they would pull them into their own faction.
Here, a Sect was more like a background; factions were what truly mattered.
Moo WuZheng saw Wang Meng and Li Tianyi but paid them no mind. If not for the fact that these two had won him a bet, he probably would have ignored them completely.
"Excuse me, excuse me, I'm here to learn a Cultivation Technique. Pardon me, please let me through."
Wang Meng was all too familiar with that voice. It was Fan Hong.
Most people would wait a bit or re-read the instructions in their Star Ring on how to traverse the gates, but Fan Hong just stumbled right in.
The moment he entered, Fan Hong's body swayed as he clearly felt a wave of resistance.
