The Martial Arts Mountain, Lin Chen has been down from the Martial Arts Mountain for a day now.
Jia Nanzhu is still waiting at the back mountain.
As for Zhao Cangsheng, given his age, and knowing that Lin Chen had succeeded in leaving his name on the Martial Arts Mountain, he went to rest after Jia Nanzhu's persuasion.
The decline of Qi Blood is extremely cruel for martial artists.
Especially in old age, one's Essence, Qi, and Spirit diminish day by day.
At the peak of Zhao Cangsheng's martial arts realm, he was just at the Sixth Grade, and at this age, his strength has declined rapidly. After going to the Northern Border, in his grief, he aged even quicker.
"The model martial arts student of the Liang dynasty, Lin Chen, from today on, throughout Liang, it can be said that everyone will know you."
Jia Nanzhu looked at his disciple with a smile, while Lin Chen felt a bit embarrassed and modestly said, "Teacher, you flatter me too much. I'm not worthy of such praise."
