Li Changqing stood inside the pavilion.
Beneath his feet was a miniature dock. The rolling Long River had been artificially diverted into a tributary that passed through Xichuan's urban district.
All along its banks lay the most luxurious villa district in all of Xichuan City.
The average income of Xichuan's residents was not high, and they would not buy such costly villa courtyards.
The entire villa district beside the Long River belonged to the Martial Arts Associations of cities throughout Bashu Province.
Its purpose was to house competitors participating in the Provincial Competition.
Although the Psionic Research Institute had already deemed Li Changqing an unqualified person incapable of coming into contact with Psionic Energy, with no possibility of becoming a High-Rank Martial Artist in his lifetime.
That did not stop the Rong City Martial Arts Association from viewing him as a backbone of their team for this Provincial Competition.
In Qingzhou, where monsters gathered like clouds, Bashu Province's strength was only middling, while Rong City sat at the very bottom even within it.
Compared with other cities, which could field luxurious lineups of main players and substitutes, all of them Mid-Rank Martial Artists.
Rong City could guarantee that all five main players this year were Mid-Rank Martial Artists only because of Li Changqing and Sun Sheng.
Naturally, they would not treat him poorly.
As long as Li Changqing performed normally in this year's Provincial Competition and relied on the advantage of Dao Rhythm to defeat an ordinary Mid-Rank Martial Artist.
Allowing Rong City to escape its fate of ranking last in Bashu Province, what did this little expense amount to?
Ding—
Li Changqing took out his phone. It was a text message from Sun Sheng.
Sun Sheng: "What are you planning to do next?"
Li Changqing calmly typed two words.