Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Whether true disciples, inner sect, or outer sect disciples, everyone was discussing this matter over tea and meals.

Tianbao City, this majestic city that prospered because of Tianbao Upper Sect, was now filled with clamorous voices, their noise rising straight to the clouds.

The news spread like it had grown wings, rapidly pervading every street and alley, every teahouse and wine shop.

Chen Qing seemed oblivious to the external clamor.

He appeared exceptionally calm, methodically making final arrangements.

After completing everything, he sat quietly to regulate his breathing, adjusting his condition to perfection.

The next day, early morning.

Dawn light was faint, the thin mist not yet dispersed.

Chen Qing changed into a simple azure fitted outfit, covered by a deep gray cloak, his hair casually bound with a wooden hairpin.