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In a blink, he and Zhan were surrounded by these four men.

“Friend, I don’t seem to know you, right?” Mo Mo scanned over the men and then sneered.

The man in front suddenly reached into his clothing—a gesture that immediately put Mo Mo on alert.

But to Mo Mo’s surprise, the man did not pull out a weapon but a mobile phone. The man glanced at the phone and then said, “You are Mr. Mo Mo, the representative from Dragon Tiger Mountain Taoist Master attending the Penglai Conference, aren’t you?”

“You are…?” Mo Mo looked puzzled.

The other responded calmly, “My name is Ling Feng, but you can call me Captain Ling. Here are our credentials; we are from the ‘Special National Land Administration Bureau.ʼ”

Mo Mo opened his mouth, having understood who these people were… The so-called ‘Special National Land Administration Bureau’ is this special department overseeing the Taoism and demon world across the country.

“Oh… is that so.” Mo Mo nodded, then said, “But even though you belong to this department, I’ve neither done anything wrong nor caused any public panic, so even if you… it seems you have no reason to stop me here, right?”

Ling Feng smiled slightly, courteously yet assertively, “Mr. Mo Mo, we have no intention of intercepting you. Our appearance before you is merely to better manage this return from Penglai and, as part of the conference organization, maintain order during this event.”

“… I see.” Mo Mo opened his mouth, intending to say something.

Ling Feng continued directly, “In fact, we have already prepared accommodations for everyone, and this time, we came to invite you, Mr. Mo Mo.”

“Have others already arrived?” Mo Mo thought for a moment and asked.

Politely, Ling Feng replied, “In fact, Mr. Mo Mo, you should be the last batch of attendees. Major sects like Mountain Wudang, Qingcheng Mountain, Quanzhen Daoism, and Zhengyi Teachings have already checked in.”

Mo Mo carefully compared the credentials Ling Feng presented with the steel stamp on his pass, then nodded, “Alright then, please lead the way.”

“This way, please; we have already prepared a vehicle.”

…

Mo Mo and Zhan quickly followed Ling Feng and the others into a domestic Hongqi car, setting off from the train station. In no time, they arrived at a manor.

On this journey, Mo Mo inquired about many things.

For instance, within Mount Tai, a manor specifically for those from the Taoist world attending the Penglai Conference had already been constructed—built after the founding of the country, though the Penglai Conference is held once every ten years, this was already the eighth time the manor had been used.

Wolong Mountain Villa—the destination Ling Feng led the two to.

And not far away, about four or five kilometers apart, there was another manor named Kunpeng, specifically for the gathering and accommodation of guests from the demon world.

“Warm congratulations on the successful hosting of the XX Penglai Tea Gathering and Wellness Forum!”

Upon seeing such a banner hanging in front of Wolong Mountain Villa, Mo Mo finally let out the curse he had been holding in his heart for a long time.

This was not at all the kind of grand event he envisioned happening once every ten years between the Dao and Demon realms!

For example, when Ling Feng took the two to the prepared room and passed a conference room, Mo Mo witnessed the following scene.

A person in a gray robe on stage was holding a microphone and pointing at a passage in “The Zhen Quotes” projected on the screen with an electronic pointer in hand, interpreting a line that read ‘All forms will perish after a hundred years, yet their nature remains undying,’ while a group of people wearing brightly colored clothes were busy taking notes below.

This scene left Mo Mo standing dumbfounded at the conference room door for a good ten seconds.

“Dear Taoist friend, if you are interested, please come in from the back. There are still seats available at the rear, please don’t disturb everyone,” the gray-robed person on stage said with a slight smile.

“Sorry for the interruption!” Mo Mo promptly closed the conference room door.

If it were elsewhere, Mo Mo might have thought this was just a charlatan setting up a show to swindle people. But he could clearly feel that the mana inside this conference room was surging, with at least three individuals not weaker than himself in terms of power…

Ling Feng then said, “Mr. Mo Mo, if you wish to attend the lecture, you can, as your check-in has been completed… here are your room cards.”