Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing simply tidied up the dust and fallen leaves when a knock sounded at the courtyard gate.

Standing outside was none other than Shen Xiuyong, who today wore not his training outfit but loose practice clothes.

"Master Uncle Shen." Chen Qing stepped aside to welcome him in.

"Nephew Chen, I hope I'm not disturbing your cultivation?"

Shen Xiuyong entered the small courtyard with a smile, "It seems nephew's spear technique has progressed again. This momentum is becoming increasingly concentrated."

"Master Uncle is too generous. I've merely gained some occasional insights."

Chen Qing led him inside and poured clear tea, "Master Uncle has come today, is there something?"

Shen Xiuyong accepted the teacup and pondered for a moment, "I've come to give you notice. I'm preparing... to enter seclusion."

Hearing this, Chen Qing raised his eyes to look at Shen Xiuyong, "Seclusion? Master Uncle is going to..."