Francisco traveled around the Earth and soon returned to Huaxia, ascending Mount Qingcheng.
It was already early summer, and Mount Qingcheng was at its most picturesque. Zhang Dongyuan warmly received the Visigoth guests.
When it comes to dealing with people, Zhang, the head of the sect, was much better than Feng Jun—at least he didn't have that arrogance of Mountain Master Feng, who treated people as if they were invisible.
Francisco was even allowed to enter places that were not usually open to outsiders because Zhang Dongyuan knew this wealthy man could casually spend two hundred million mai yuan, so he had to maintain a good relationship.
As it turned out, Francisco was no fool. He asked a question not far from the Gathering Spirit Array Plate, "Why is this door locked?"
"Oh, it seems the believers are indeed linked to my Daoist sects," Zhang Dongyuan was surprised, "Did you feel something?"
