Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The next day, heavy snow fell.

In front of the Wang residence on Sifang Street, a figure stepped out through the snow.

Chen Qing cupped his fists briefly, "Young Master Wang, farewell."

Wang Zhi smiled and returned the courtesy, "Brother Chen, rest assured."

Chen Qing turned and walked away, his figure disappearing into the wind and snow, heading straight toward Wang's Cloth Shop.

A servant nearby approached and whispered, "Young Master, this Master Chen... just drank a cup of tea and left?"

"Don't ask too many questions."

Wang Zhi's gaze followed that departing figure, gently shaking his head, "Do your proper duties. Today's matter need not be publicized."

Some words were best left unsaid, with mutual understanding.