Chen Qing watched Zhang Baicheng's departing figure, his gaze profound.
He was completely unfazed by Zhang Baicheng's offer of a one-hand handicap, even finding it rather dull.
When Chen Qing returned to his small courtyard on True Martial Peak, dusk had quietly fallen. Lanterns had already been lit along the veranda, their warm, dim glow dispelling some of the winter chill.
"Senior Brother." Qing Dai heard him and came out to greet him, as gentle and deferential as ever.
Chen Qing gave a slight nod. Without breaking his stride, he walked directly toward the Quiet Chamber and said, "Qing Dai, come with me."
Qing Dai's heart tightened. Not daring to delay, she quickly hurried to catch up.
