Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing gave Jia Yun a nod, cupped his fists in thanks, and turned to walk toward the stone stairway.

After about thirty steps, that half-open bronze door came into view.

The door stood over one zhang tall, cast entirely in bronze. Intricate patterns were carved across its surface. Those patterns were formation patterns unlike any Chen Qing had ever seen.

The formation patterns moved slowly across the bronze surface. Each time they completed a circuit they caused the surrounding heaven and earth elemental qi to tremble faintly.

Chen Qing stopped before the door and bowed with cupped fists. "This junior Chen Qing requests an audience with Overseer Kong."

"Come in."

Kong Song's voice came from within, not loud, yet as clear as though it were right beside his ear.

Chen Qing pressed the bronze door open with one hand.

He stepped over the threshold.