Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The next morning, just as the sky began to show a pale light at the horizon.

Chen Qing, dressed in neat dark-colored martial attire and carrying his prepared pack, arrived punctually at Jiang Bohong's small courtyard at the Old Knife Hand Inn.

Pushing open the door, there was already more than just Jiang Bohong in the courtyard.

Besides the Liu family's worship elders Yue Shan and Liu Sanniang whom he had met last time, there was also an unfamiliar face.

This person was about forty years old, not particularly tall but exceptionally lean and solid, as if every muscle contained explosive force.

His skin was dark, with several faint scars on his face.

"Young Friend Chen has arrived! You've met these two before, so I won't introduce them again."

Jiang Bohong greeted him with a smile, then pointed to the man and introduced, "This is a mercenary from Fengle Prefecture, known as 'Iron Kite,' Brother Zhao Tieying! His 'Wind-Splitting Blade' skill is a resounding name in the mercenary circles of both Fengle and Yunlin Prefectures!"

Zhao Tieying cupped his fists in greeting, smiling, "Chief Disciple Chen, I've long admired your reputation!"