Mount Song.
Many of the world's renowned sects had gathered there, along with plenty of lone martial artists who had come to join the excitement.
An exchange of martial arts gave them the perfect chance to steal techniques openly. They had heard that Four Eyebrows Lu Xiaofeng improved his skills by watching others fight.
Yu Lianzhou led the Wudang disciples up the mountain, and Fang Zheng came straight out to welcome him. "Amitabha. Second Hero Yu, leader of the Wudang Sect, your arrival brings luster to our humble Shaolin on Mount Song."
The Wudang Sect had actually come. This greatly reassured Fang Zheng.
With the Wudang Sect here, their great undertaking would succeed.
After all, Reverend Zhang of Wudang was still alive. He was a true Pillar of the Martial World, possessing not only formidable strength but also great seniority.
So many leaders of renowned sects today were Zhang Sanfeng's juniors, some even belonging to his granddisciples' generation.
Yu Lianzhou cupped his hands. "You are too kind, Master Fang Zheng. I have merely brought some young people from Wudang to broaden their horizons."
Fang Zheng turned to Zhenshanzi. "My greetings to the leader of Kunlun."
Zhenshanzi also offered a Taoist salute. "How could I refuse an invitation from Master Fang Zheng?"
When they had attacked Blackwood Cliff together, Zhenshanzi had brought his disciples along. Although few had returned with him, they had killed many members of the Sun Moon Demon Cult.
Fang Zheng wanted to explain that he really had not invited Zhenshanzi, but this was hardly the time to say so.
"This way, both of you. Conditions on Mount Song are humble. Please forgive us."
Zhenshanzi led his disciples into Northern Shaolin. Everyone said Northern Shaolin had been crushed beneath the Sun Moon Holy Cult's heel and dared not