Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

The night had grown deep, and at some point the rain had stopped.

The Myriad Techniques Peak was wrapped in a moist and quiet stillness. The eaves were still dripping, one drop at a time, falling on the bluestone ground with a crisp sound.

Chen Qing came out of the study, walked along the covered walkway, and arrived at the door to Lady Han's room.

"Mother, are you resting?"

A brief silence from inside, then Lady Han's voice came, carrying a note of surprise. "Not yet. Come in."

Chen Qing pushed open the door and entered.

The room was small and its furnishings plain, yet it had been kept absolutely spotless.

On the table sat a half-finished cup of tea, with a picture storybook lying open halfway beside it.

Lady Han was sitting on the edge of the bed sewing a shoe sole. Seeing Chen Qing come in, she quickly set down her work and rose to meet him.