After returning to his residence, Chen Qing recalled Shen Qinghong's final words.
"This Hall Master Shen really wants to see Master. Their relationship is probably far from simple."
Chen Qing murmured to himself.
Though he did not know what exactly had transpired between his master and Shen Qinghong, the complicated emotions concealed within her words were certainly more than those of ordinary old acquaintances.
Perhaps it was some unfulfilled bond, or a youthful entanglement?
"Forget it. Once I return to the sect, I'll find a chance to ask Master."
Chen Qing shook his head and suppressed those thoughts.
The Dragon Tiger Tournament was what mattered most right now.
Since Tiger Hall had invited him to lend his aid, if they lost this time, not only would Tiger Hall lose face and suffer losses, even the prestige of Tianbao Supreme Sect might be affected.
Thus, this Dragon Tiger Tournament was of great importance.
Chen Qing took out a True Essence Pill and placed it in his mouth.
The pure medicinal power turned into a warm current that spread through his limbs and bones, merging with the liquefied true essence within him and circulating slowly.
For two consecutive days, aside from necessary meals and brief activity, Chen Qing scarcely left his room, focusing wholeheartedly on adjusting his condition.
His residence was already secluded, and the people of Tiger Hall tacitly refrained from disturbing him. Only at fixed hours each day did disciples deliver his three meals.
Only three days remained until the Dragon Tiger Tournament.
That evening, Mei Yingxue's voice rang out beyond the courtyard. "Is Senior Brother Chen here?"
Chen Qing opened his eyes and rose to open the door.
Mei Yingxue stood outside, still dressed in a white tight-fitting outfit with her ponytail tied high.
When she saw Chen Qing