"Mr. Chen, your paperwork is done."
"This is your spirit medicine, please keep it safe."
In Quanjiang City's Martial Arts Association Hall.
A staff member hands over the spirit medicine and document to Chen Sheng.
His gaze is a bit uneasy.
After all, he is not a slick old hand like Gao Sheng, nor is he a Qi-sensor.
He is just an ordinary person working for the Martial Arts Association.
If the person in front of him gets angry...
Thinking about it, the staff member's legs start to tremble.
Chen Sheng is unaware of the staff member's thoughts.
He accepts the document and wooden box containing the spirit medicine.
After opening it, a single spirit medicine lies alone in the wooden box.
Chen Sheng frowns.
This change of expression immediately makes the staff member tense up.
"Why is there only one?"
Chen Sheng's gaze is fixed on the staff member.
Now he stands much taller than before, with well-defined muscular lines appearing under his clothes.
