Two days later.
Beside Taizhou Prefecture stood a mountain called Mount Yueqing.
The Wushi Sect's mountain gate was located upon it.
It was noon now, and quite a few people had already gathered at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the Wushi Sect's entry test to begin that afternoon.
As Taizhou's undisputed behemoth of a sect, the Wushi Sect's mountain gate received people from all walks of life every day, each coming to try their luck at passing the test.
So long as they passed, they could join the Wushi Sect and become one of its members.
For the many martial artists who searched everywhere for exotic beast meat and often went hungry, this was without question an enormous temptation.
At the Wushi Sect registration point at the foot of the mountain, a long queue curled around in several loops.
There were people of all ages in line. Some were around thirty, while the youngest were only eleven or twelve, accompanied by their parents.
The midday sun was scorching.
Beside the queue, an Old Daoist in white robes with his hair bound up, around fifty years old, led five young men and women forward along the line.
This group stood entirely apart from those in the queue, and their bearing seemed distinctly different as well.
Each of the five behind the Old Daoist had sharp eyes and vigorous spirit. One look was enough to tell that they had achieved success in martial arts.
Wei He was among them, walking third.
Like him, the other four all carried tokens and had been recommended individually by regional outposts.
In other words, the other four were also Third Stage Qi and Blood experts.
From up close, he could feel the unrestrained, formidable qi and blood emanating from them.
The difference was that