Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Inside the Nine Heavens Pavilion, sandalwood incense burned quietly in the bronze burner.

Outside the window was a snow-covered mountain cliff. The branches of several ancient pines slanted horizontally, weighed down low by accumulated snow. Occasionally came the rustling sound of snow blocks falling.

Li Yujun sat alone behind a rosewood long table.

Since Chen Qing had succeeded as Myriad Techniques Peak Master, the power structure within the sect had quietly shifted.

Resources that had originally leaned toward the Nine Heavens lineage now had a considerable portion allocated to the True Martial lineage. Although discussion among disciples had been suppressed, that invisible pressure was like this winter cold, seeping through bit by bit.

Just then, footsteps sounded from the corridor outside the door.

"Come in."

Li Yujun raised her eyes, looking toward the tightly closed pavilion door.

The door was silently pushed open. A slightly stooped gray-robed figure stepped into the pavilion.