Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing walked out from the quiet room.

In the courtyard, Baizhi was standing on tiptoe, carefully brushing accumulated snow off a potted plant.

Hearing footsteps, Baizhi turned around. Seeing it was Chen Qing, she quickly bowed, "Senior Brother, you've come out of seclusion."

"Mm."

Chen Qing nodded slightly. His gaze swept across the courtyard as he casually asked, "Where is Qingdai?"

Baizhi replied softly, "In response to Senior Brother, Qingdai's family seems to have some urgent matter. She took leave and returned home two days ago."

She paused, as if remembering something, then continued, "Oh, right, Senior Brother Qu He sent someone to pass along a message, saying that in a few days there will be a small gathering at True Martial Peak's main hall. They're all disciples of our lineage, and he requests that you attend if you have time."

Hearing this, Chen Qing nodded, "I understand."

Every year around the new year, the True Martial lineage indeed had this custom, meant to maintain fellowship among fellow disciples.