But, confusion was confusion. Fang Zhengzhi still managed to react quickly.
Regarding things like "God of doors blocking the way", he was rather familiar. In a flash, he played along and prepared to unleash his ‘iron fist method".
Then, Fang Zhengzhi pretended to search about his body, until the other party started to become annoyed, then flashed a smile he believed was very bright at the registration official.
"Lord official, I seem to have forgotten, I was rushing to register, please accommodate me this time!"
"If you don’t have the Hall of Dao token and recommendation letter, you cannot register!" The registration official shook his head without a second thought.
"I really forgot to bring, and my village is far away, I can’t make it in time!" Fang Zhengzhi’s eyes darted, and out of the blue, a piece of broken silver dropped out from within his sleeves.
This was the essence of his iron fist method!
