Chen Qing had just finished sweeping up the dust and fallen leaves when a knock came at his courtyard gate.
Standing outside was Shen Xiuyong. He wasn't wearing his usual martial attire today, but a loose-fitting training uniform instead.
"Junior Martial Uncle Shen," Chen Qing said, stepping aside to welcome him in.
"Nephew Chen, I hope I'm not disturbing your cultivation?"
Shen Xiuyong stepped into the small courtyard and smiled. "It seems your Spear Technique has improved again, Nephew. Your momentum has grown even more profound."
"You flatter me, Junior Martial Uncle. I've only had a minor insight."
Chen Qing led him inside and poured some light tea. "Did you come today for a particular reason, Junior Martial Uncle?"
Shen Xiuyong accepted the teacup and pondered for a moment before saying, "I came to let you know... I'm preparing to enter seclusion."
Hearing this, Chen Qing looked up at Shen Xiuyong. "Seclusion? Junior Martial Uncle, are you going to..."
"That's right."
