Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing didn't spend much effort before finding Ke Tianzong.

He had been in closed seclusion for several days. Seeing Chen Qing arrive, his face immediately showed a look of relief, and his first words were, "You're alright?"

"I'm fine." Chen Qing shook his head and passed Marquis Weiyuan's letter over.

Ke Tianzong scanned the contents of the letter and immediately gave a firm nod, his tone grave. "This discussion concerns matters of great importance. We should go."

He rose at once, gave a thorough set of instructions to the several True Origin realm experts, telling them to hold their position in the cellar without going outside even half a step, then turned with Chen Qing and left. Their figures shifted, and they merged into the swirling wind and sand.

Both were Grandmaster-level cultivators, and in less than half a stick of incense they had already arrived at the old site of the Pill Path Supervisory Academy.

This place had once been the central hub governing pill arts in the Xuanmo Ancient Kingdom. Though the greater part of its halls had collapsed, one could still glimpse the grandeur it had once possessed.

Before the main hall's entrance, elite Pacification Guard soldiers stood at attention on both sides.

Chen Qing and Ke Tianzong exchanged a glance, then walked unhurriedly into the main hall.