In the darkness of the night.
Xu Wendong's figure moved through the mountains like a nimble spirit monkey, eventually arriving in front of the cluster of buildings halfway up the mountain.
"Who are you?" Xu Wendong had just appeared when a disciple of the Heifeng Stockade blocked his way.
Both were Foundation Establishment cultivators, now standing vigilant, staring at Xu Wendong.
Xu Wendong politely said, "Hello, brothers, my name is Xu Wenqiang. I have heard that the Heifeng Stockade is a gathering place for heroes, and so I have come to admire it, hoping to join as one of you." Saying this, he presented two Spirit Stones to them as a tribute.
Seeing how tactful Xu Wendong was, the two disciples of the Heifeng Stockade brightened up and their gazes softened considerably. After all, nobody could refuse such a person.
A middle-aged man accepted the Spirit Stones, laughed, and said, "Coincidentally, the four bosses are discussing matters in the Hall of Heroes. Come with me."
