Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

On this day, Chen Qing was cultivating in the quiet room, True Origin flowing around his body, when Qingdai's soft knocking suddenly came from outside the door.

"Senior Brother, Elder Pei Tingchun has come to visit and is waiting in the guest hall."

Hearing this, Chen Qing slowly withdrew his technique. The surging True Origin within his body gradually calmed.

For Pei Tingchun to come at this time, there must be important matters.

He stood up, straightened his robes, pushed open the door, nodded slightly to Qingdai waiting outside, then headed straight for the guest hall.

In the guest hall, Pei Tingchun was sitting and sipping tea. Seeing Chen Qing enter, he set down his teacup, a warm smile appearing on his face.

"Elder Pei." Chen Qing cupped his hands in salute.

"No need for such formality."

Pei Tingchun waved his hand, indicating for Chen Qing to sit. "In private, there's no need for such courtesy."