Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, six or seven days had passed.

Anping Residence remained bustling with people coming and going, filled with noise and commotion.

In a corner, Chen Qing sat alone, with stir-fried seasonal vegetables, a braised fish, and two large bowls of rice before him.

He thought to himself: Six or seven days have passed, it seems the first round of selection has fallen through.

However, there were still several more rounds of opportunity.

Through various inquiries, Chen Qing knew his conditions weren't bad: except for slightly inferior bone structure, his bone age, strength, and comprehension were all above average among those seeking masters in the same period.

"Brother Chen!"

A young man hurried over, asking quietly, "Have you received any news?"

Chen Qing shook his head, "Not yet."