Chu Mojin could not be bothered to keep up appearances in front of Ning Hai either. He scoffed. "That's right, I hate the Medicine Gate. Do I need any other
reason to hate them?" With that, he picked up his wine gourd and strode out of the Main Hall.
After Chu Mojin left, Ning Hai stared at the Message Talisman for a long while before taking out a fresh one.
"Yang Guo, come to the Heavenly Origin Hall."
Although the Azure Tide Sect held the leading position among the five sects, accepting a new member was not something Ning Hai could decide alone.
So after Chu Mojin left, he had Yang Guo notify the sect masters of the other four sects.
Fortunately, the other four sects were all amenable. After hearing Ning Hai's plans, they nodded in agreement, effectively accepting his proposal.
That left only the final step: negotiating with the Medicine Gate.
The Medicine Gate was truly rather unfortunate at present. Whether in terms of its overall combat strength or its location, everything worked against it.
The Medicine Gate stood in a decidedly remote location, which naturally had something to do with the temperament of its First Sect Master.
In the beginning, the Medicine Gate's sect master had harbored no great ambition to turn it into a first-tier sect, so they had chosen a secluded location far from the world, giving it an air of detachment from worldly affairs.
Yet as the Medicine Gate developed, rather than retreating into seclusion, it grew ever larger until everyone knew its name.
Once immersed in the martial world, one inevitably had to endure its baptism, and the Medicine Gate was no exception.
Thus, its geographical location became its greatest disadvantage, because everywhere was far away from there. This was also why