Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing rode the Northern Darkness Kunpeng back to the Xuanzhao Terrace.

As he leapt down from the Kunpeng's back, he happened to see Lihua and Siqi standing beneath the cloud pine at the platform's edge, chatting idly.

Lihua wore a plain, unadorned blue-green long dress, appearing less flamboyant and more gentle and reserved than before, her complexion far healthier now, a faint flush of color in her cheeks.

Siqi's aura, too, had grown considerably more solid and grave compared to a few months ago.

The two of them, sensing his arrival, turned their heads simultaneously.

Seeing it was Chen Qing, both broke into smiles at once.

"Congratulations, Sect Master Chen, on rising to two hundred forty-ninth on the Primordial Spirit Rankings!"

Siqi was the first to step forward, cupping his fists in a bow, his tone full of genuine admiration.

"Congratulations, Sect Master Chen!" Lihua stepped forward as well, saying with a smile.