Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Master, isn't he your good friend?

Chen Qing very much wanted to ask this question, but ultimately he didn't voice it.

Because he knew that Luo Zhixian had never been one who enjoyed joking.

"Fight your way up."

Chen Qing's thoughts raced. Perhaps between Luo Zhixian and that Xiao Jiuli, there was a friendship outsiders found difficult to understand.

Thinking of this, he curled his five fingers, firmly gripping the Jingzhe Spear's shaft, his gaze turning toward the towering Sword Pavilion that reached into the clouds.

Then he took one step forward.

The instant his foot touched the ground, an unexpected change occurred!

It felt as if he had stepped into an invisible quagmire. The air around him became incredibly viscous.