Ancient Martial Arts

Chen Cheng did not want to linger. He still did not know whether his arrival in this world came with a legitimate identity. If the authorities started asking questions, he would have no good answers.

Besides, he had plenty he wanted to ask Master Ying. In his previous life, Ancient Martial Arts had meant little more to him than old folks doing Tai Chi Boxing in the park to stay healthy—something like group calisthenics.

He had never imagined real Ancient Martial Arts could draw out an ordinary person's potential to this extent.

After they left the underground entertainment complex, Master Ying invited Chen Cheng into a Rolls-Royce.

"Senior, this is my car. If you have no other plans, I'd like to invite you to visit the Eagle Claw Sect as our guest."

Master Ying did not put on airs as its head. He extended the invitation formally on behalf of the sect.

Chen Cheng had nowhere to stay anyway. After what had happened today, his 160 million in gambling funds would probably be confiscated too.

So Chen Cheng nodded and accepted.

"Back to the sect."

Master Ying gave the order to the driver up front.

The car soon set off, heading from the city center toward the outskirts. It stopped outside a Civil-Martial School.

A sign reading "Eagle Claw Sect Martial Arts School" hung above the school gates.

"Oh, so this is your sect? Isn't this just an ordinary Civil-Martial School?"

Chen Cheng asked curiously.

When he had seen the car heading out of town, he had assumed the Eagle Claw Sect would be tucked away in some remote mountain forest, like sects on television.

He had not expected it to be a Civil-Martial School.

Master Ying smiled at his words.

"You jest, Senior. A sect needs to recruit disciples