At this moment, it was night.
Under Long Qingyang's cover, the two arrived at the lower level of the Divine Temple. Ji Jingqiu rubbed Cheng's head and found an excuse to send him away.
Long Qingyang watched Cheng leave and raised his eyebrows, saying:
"I learned a few Bone Judging Skills in my youth. This kid... his root bone is a bit peculiar, yet it does not seem to be innate... Strange, truly strange."
Ji Jingqiu's heart stirred, and he said, "Cheng has been stationed in the Divine Temple, perhaps he has caught Marshal He's favor."
Long Qingyang nodded thoughtfully: "If you are willing, you can introduce him into the dojo. This kid might be cultivated as the next generation of the dojo."
Ji Jingqiu nodded, the passageway was here, and the Divine Temple would surely be transformed in the future, which was a good opportunity to change Cheng's place.
