"What did you say? Your father-in-law told you that people from the Ministry of Rites went to Wudang Mountain?"
Lin Lang leaned back in his chair and quickly understood what was happening.
The court had learned that Zhang Sanfeng was still alive and that his martial arts had reached a new realm, so it was preparing to recruit him.
If he were the emperor, he would have done the same.
Zhang Sanfeng had an indifferent disposition, and the Wudang Sect had a good reputation, so they certainly would not rebel.
Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng's reputation was lofty enough. When he was young, the court had offered honors to him and Wudang Mountain, but he had refused them.
Yet it was precisely because of this that Wudang Mountain had become famous throughout the Jianghu so quickly, attracted geniuses like Wooden Daoist, and developed step by step into one of the pillars of Great Ming's martial world, leading the orthodox Jianghu alongside Northern Shaolin.
Jia Liu poured Lin Lang a cup of tea. "Sir, we just had an unpleasant run-in with the Wudang Sect. If they're recruited, won't they speak ill of you?"
Lin Lang gave Jia Liu a sidelong glance. "Unpleasant? I thought my time at the Wudang Sect was very pleasant."
"Besides, who said the Wudang Sect would agree? Haven't they already chosen Mountain-Sealing?"
There was a gap in the Wudang Sect's ranks of experts. Although they had Zhang Sanfeng, who might be Great Ming's strongest fighter, they no longer had any Great Grandmasters.
They still had some Grandmaster elders, but experts at that level could not sustain a top-tier sect.
The Wudang Sect truly depended on Zhang Sanfeng alone now.
But as long as Zhang Sanfeng was there, the Wudang Sect had nothing to worry about.
If the Wudang Sect