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Before long, Chen Yuan had brought Chen Changqing to Wuzhen Peak, where Wuzhen resided.

In the courtyard, Lu Tian was meditating in quiet cultivation.

Ever since the Seven Peaks Grand Competition had ended, Lu Tian had also realized the gap between himself and Chen Changqing.

After returning to Wuzhen Peak, he had cultivated diligently without pause.

"Hmm?"

Sensing the arrival of Chen Yuan and Chen Changqing, Lu Tian abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze landing squarely on the two of them.

Seeing that it was them, Lu Tian hurriedly rose to greet them.

"Greetings, Senior Brother!"

He first bowed to Chen Yuan, then turned his gaze toward Chen Changqing.

"Junior Nephew, Changqing Peak has been quite lively lately!"

Chen Changqing merely smiled faintly and did not respond.

At that moment, Chen Yuan shifted his gaze toward the small house in the distance and bowed.

"Master."

"I have brought Changqing."

As Chen Yuan spoke, the door to the small house opened by itself without wind.

Then Wuzhen's voice came from within.

"Let him come in!"

Chen Yuan nodded and glanced at Chen Changqing.

Chen Changqing wore a calm expression and did not delay, stepping straight into the small house.

The furnishings inside were simple, everything carrying an unadorned, back-to-basics rusticity.

"Disciple Chen Changqing pays respects to Grandmaster!"

Upon seeing Wuzhen, Chen Changqing hurriedly performed a respectful salute.

Wuzhen sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, holding a green bamboo staff across his knees. His gaze rested on Chen Changqing for a moment before he nodded slightly.

A trace of satisfaction flashed through those eyes, which seemed muddy yet were as deep as an abyss.

Chen Changqing's performance in the Seven Peaks Grand Competition had far exceeded his expectations.

Especially after emerging from the Qiankun Mountain River Map, he had even passed the