Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

After leaving the main peak, Chen Qing made his way slowly down the bluestone mountain path. The dusk had fully settled. Ancient pines on both sides rustled in the evening wind.

He returned to the Myriad Techniques Peak before long, to his own meditation room.

There he sat cross-legged on the cushion, turning over every word of his exchange with Jiang Lishan again and again in his mind.

Jiang Lishan's manner today had been completely unlike his usual self.

That Sect Master who was always composed and deliberate had, word by word, been probing, pressing, and closing in step by step.

Chen Qing's brow furrowed faintly.

"Jiang Lishan..."

This Sect Master had likely already developed other intentions.

From today, the relationship between him and Jiang Lishan had quietly shifted in flavor.