Chapter 1140: Spoiled Princess, Minmin Black Fungus
Since Ye Weiming and Pencil had arrived near Wudang Mountain earlier and were closest to True Martial Hall, they naturally became the first players to enter this crucial quest location.
Thinking of a certain possibility along the way, when they were still some distance from True Martial Hall, Ye Weiming flicked his wrist and casually tossed out a fifty-tael silver ingot. After rolling a few times on the ground, it was habitually picked up by Pencil, who was following closely behind him.
Seeing Ye Weiming frown, Pencil thought aggrievedly, The only task Brother Ye Weiming gave me was to pick up equipment. Of course I have to do my job properly! Um... did I do something wrong?
Ye Weiming shook his head helplessly. "I left that silver there for another purpose."
"Oh." The thrifty Miss Pencil nodded somewhat sheepishly, then tossed the silver ingot back onto the ground and entered True Martial Hall with Ye Weiming.
The hall was packed with people, three to four hundred in total. A third wore Wudang Sect robes, while the rest were Yuan Mongol soldiers dressed as Ming Cult followers.
At the center of the crowd, the named npc masters from both sides were locked in confrontation. Leading one side was a fair-skinned young gentleman. No need to ask—this had to be Zhao Min in disguise.
Behind her stood five great experts: A Da, A Er, A San, and the Xuanming Elders. The Eight Divine Archers guarded them from behind, creating an imposing spectacle.
The other side, meanwhile, looked rather pitiful.
Zhang Sanfeng, who stood at the forefront, still had dried blood on the corners of his mouth and beard. Every breath carried a faint scent of blood, making it obvious that he had suffered a serious