After dinner, Chen Changsheng arranged for Chen Yang and his party to stay in a courtyard.
Since entering the Changsheng Sect, everything Chen Changsheng did was personal and thorough, not avoiding his identity at all.
As a result, wherever he went, Chen Yang was scrutinized by countless disciples of the Changsheng Sect.
Chen Yang repeatedly said that there was no need to trouble him, but Chen Changsheng completely ignored it, his passion making it hard for others to adapt.
"Is that old man doing this on purpose?"
In the courtyard, Chen Yang sat at a stone table, furrowed brows, and had a vague feeling of being deceived.
"Boss, this Changsheng Sect is really interesting, I noticed the disciples here are all martial arts enthusiasts, and there's an arena where it's said all disputes can be settled."
After wandering outside, Yang Hu came in smiling and said, "The atmosphere here is rather pleasant."
"Arena?" Chen Yang asked.
