Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Late at night, the moonlight flowed like water, spilling across the stone pathway in the back courtyard of Qingmu Courtyard.

Peng Zhen stood in the back courtyard of Qingmu Courtyard, took a deep breath, then raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

The sound was especially clear in the silent night.

Rustling sounds came from the back courtyard. A moment later, the courtyard door opened.

Li Baichuan wore a gray cloth sleeping robe, his hair slightly disheveled, and sleepily poked out half his body.

Seeing who was at the door, a trace of surprise flashed through his murky eyes.

"Nephew Peng?"

Li Baichuan showed a trace of confusion, "In the dead of night like this, instead of enjoying yourself at your Kunti Courtyard, you've run to my shabby courtyard for what reason?"