Next morning!
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and dewdrops clung to the branches and leaves. In the Study Palace's Martial Arts Arena, Tang Peiqing descended gracefully from the Sky Dome.
Below him, righteous disciples from all over Qingzhou, here for further studies, were already waiting to listen to his guidance and clarification.
"Senior Brother, what are you..."
However, amidst the crowd, a small incident occurred.
Jia Chuchu and four other Golden Sword Sect disciples blinked rapidly, looking puzzled at Xu Chang, who was strolling around with his hands behind his back and his head held high.
"Cough cough, it's nothing, I'm just wandering around."
Xu Chang coughed twice, his eyes darting around evasively.
Jia Chuchu and the others gave him peculiar looks, and some of the other righteous disciples curiously observed this unfamiliar face, Xu Chang.
