Ah!~~Wudang~~~
Ahem, Wudang Mountain is a magical place. Every time Ye Weiming comes here, he has the urge to sing his heart out.
As a regular visitor to Wudang Mountain and a friend to the players who are disciples of the seven heroes of the Wudang Sect, Ye Weiming is quite familiar with this place. Using his movement techniques, he sprinted all the way to the Zhenwu Hall, leaving nothing behind but a blur of blue. Before other Wudang players could figure out what was happening, he had already dashed into the Zhenwu Hall.
However, when Ye Weiming got there, he found that Zhenwu Hall was empty. The divine and bone-like figure he expected to see was nowhere to be found.
"Master Zhang?"
No response.
"Ye Weiming of the Divine Capture Division seeks audience with Master Zhang of Wudang!"
Still no response.
After calling out twice without success, Ye Weiming turned around and left the Zhenwu Hall.
But he bumped into a group of Wudang players waiting at the door.
