"Organizing a martial arts gathering?"
Feng Siyuan's expression changed, clearly intrigued. He sat up straight, adopting a listening posture, "Continue."
Chen Ming took a sip of wine, moistening his throat, "In this world, there are countless low-level martial artists who struggle to make a name for themselves. Brother Feng should deeply understand this; just in our Qingfeng Commandery alone, how many young people join the Seven Great Trading Companies every year with dreams of mastering the Martial Dao?"
"The other fourteen commanderies of Jiangzhou are surely the same. However, it's known throughout Jiangzhou that the Martial Dao is not flourishing in Qingfeng City. So most of those people go to Jiangzhou City to find opportunities."
