Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Early morning, dawn was just breaking.

Chen Qing had just finished his simple washing and was preparing to head to Zhou's courtyard.

"Ah Qing, terrible news!" Lady Han hurried over, her face deathly pale, "Your uncle-in-law has been beaten!"

Chen Qing was slightly startled, "What happened?"

Yang Tiezhu had always been honest and dutiful, never quarreling with anyone. How could he suffer such misfortune for no reason?

Lady Han said urgently, "This morning when I went to Dawn Market, I heard from Aunt Wang of Hundred Flowers Lane that your eldest aunt brought your uncle-in-law to your grandfather's house."

"I'll go take a look now."

Chen Qing quickly stepped off the boat, his pace unconsciously quickening.

When he turned into Firewood Fish Market, he could already hear suppressed sobbing from the old courtyard in the distance.