Daoist Priest Yunlong wanted to bring those promising Taiji practitioners to Wudang Mountain and help improve the mountain's strength.
After all, the senior disciples hardly took on students. Only the Sect Leader's line had managed to pass on a little of their knowledge, and even then, only the Sect Leader himself had any real strength. As someone who had made restoring Wudang his responsibility, he felt the urgency keenly.
But the Sect Leader of Wudang Mountain had something else on his mind. Song Mian had been one of the Thirty-Six Bandits. If those people at Qing University really were his descendants, could that spark another upheaval?
He was deeply concerned that the turmoil might reach Wudang. With the mountain's current strength, it truly couldn't withstand another upheaval.
But they had to go to the capital. Who should go, and how they should approach the matter, both required careful thought. Choosing poorly could spell disaster for Wudang.
Zhou Meng shook his head and said firmly, "You don't need to worry about this. I'll send someone to ask around. You can go now."
Daoist Priest Yunlong heard him out. Seeing that Zhou Meng was set on it, he said no more and turned to leave.
Once he was gone, Zhou Meng found a phone and called Beijing.
Wang Weiguo, the owner of Zhonghai Group, answered. When he saw Zhou Meng's number, he really didn't want to pick up. Back then, he had taken Wang Ye to visit Zhou Meng, and afterward Wang Ye had wanted to become a Daoist priest. It had left him feeling very uncomfortable.
But after thinking it over, he answered. Becoming a Daoist priest had been Wang Ye's own choice; it had nothing to do with the old Daoist Priest. It wouldn't be right to take his frustration