The Eleventh Big Shot!
Wang Yue finally understood what was going on. Curiously, he asked, "Does the Sect Leader also want to raise his standing and become the tenth big shot?"
Zhou Meng smiled. "Of course. Wudang Mountain was once a sect that produced an immortal. Yet now, we don't even have a voice in these matters. That's hardly appropriate."
Seeing Zhou Meng's resolve, Wang Yue smiled and asked, "What do you have in mind, Sect Leader? Who are we sending?"
Zhou Meng got straight to the point. "Let Xiao Wang go. He's your disciple, and he's already quite capable among the younger generation. If you're worried, spend some time training him in actual combat. His abilities are strong, but if his combat skills are too poor, he won't place well."
Wang Yue understood perfectly well that the Sect Leader wanted him to train Wang Ye over the coming weeks. He replied helplessly, "Don't worry, Sect Leader. Wang Ye will definitely take first place in this Supernatural Being Martial Arts Tournament. He'll win every match cleanly."
Zhou Meng was delighted by Wang Yue's assurance. After a little more small talk, he hung up.
He was very pleased, though he did have one regret: several of his senior brothers were still holed up in the cave and refused to come out, which gave him a headache.
Wang Yue had no idea what Zhou Meng was worried about, so he told Wang Ye about the matter.
Wang Ye felt a little aggrieved when he heard, but he couldn't refuse. After all, Wudang Mountain was the one hosting the tournament this time.
This was clearly meant to tell the world that Wudang Mountain's Daoists were coming out into the world. It was a major matter for the sect.
Wang Ye was Wang Yue's