Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

In the prefectural city, before Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion.

The carriage stopped steadily beneath the imposing seven-story building.

Chen Qing lifted the curtain and stepped down, looking up.

The building had flying eaves and interlocking brackets with magnificent grandeur. On the golden painted plaque were four ancient, vigorous characters: "Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion."

The guards at the entrance wore training attire with fierce bearing and sharp gazes, clearly all hidden strength experts.

Yang Zhicheng, who had been waiting, enthusiastically approached with barely contained excitement on his face, "Brother Chen, you've finally arrived! Steward Liu is in a private room reminiscing with my uncle!"

He paused, his voice carrying a sense of relief and joy, "My uncle doesn't plan to wander around anymore after returning this time! He's established property in the prefectural city and will stay here permanently from now on!"

"Oh?"

Chen Qing's eyes also showed a trace of smile, "This is indeed good news."