The back courtyard.
As soon as he stepped into the back courtyard, the strong, pungent smell of medicine assaulted his nostrils.
Chen Qing walked to the door of the training hall, clasped his hands, and said, "Master."
"Come in."
Zhou Liang's voice came from inside.
Chen Qing pushed the door open and entered. The training hall was filled with all sorts of equipment: sandbags, weapon racks, and more.
Zhou Liang, dressed in a white short-sleeved training uniform, was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel.
He looked at Chen Qing with approval in his eyes. "Not bad. To pass the Martial Arts Examination and become a Martial Scholar on your first try this year... Your Long Arm Fist must have reached the Great Success stage, correct?"
Chen Qing cupped his fist. "Master is perceptive. I indeed broke through to Great Success a short while ago."
"Excellent."
Zhou Liang nodded in satisfaction.
