"Chen Sheng, welcome."
Sun Yihe's voice sounded.
Xiao Hei relayed the message.
Chen Sheng looked up.
The pure white eyeball slowly rose.
In front of him was a staircase extending to the limits of his sight.
Sun Yihe stood at the top of the stairs with a smile on his face.
It seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.
"Hmm."
Chen Sheng nodded gently.
On the way here, he did not conceal his aura.
With Sun Yihe's strength, he could naturally discover it.
"The matter you requested, Old Li has already told me about it."
"Come with me."
The voice went from far to near.
But when the next sentence sounded, Sun Yihe had already appeared by his side.
Chen Sheng didn't say much.
He took a step and climbed the stairs.
He followed the old man on their journey.
The Martial Arts Association today was no less quiet than before.
Now, with Kyoto in a period of recovery, there is still a lot of work to be done.
