Zhuang Mochen asked as they walked, "I saw Miss Xiao Yi playing the zither. Has her injury healed?"
Chen Xiaojun was startled when he heard that, then smiled. "Injury? It was just a small wound. It healed long ago."
Zhuang Mochen pondered inwardly, She took a frontal blow from a powerhouse like the Silver Wolf Saint King and actually recovered so quickly. This Xiao Yi is even stronger and tougher than I imagined.
His assessment of Xiao Yi rose another notch.
Then Zhuang Mochen asked with concern, "What about you?! I heard you were badly injured when you fought the Wolf Bandit Leader too. How are you now?"
The corners of Chen Xiaojun's mouth lifted in a smile, and he said easily, "I'm all right, though I really do still need to recuperate for a while."
"So, Old Zhuang, I need to ask you for leave. I'll come back and continue studying once my injuries have healed."
When Zhuang Mochen heard that, he hurriedly nodded like a pecking chicken, his tone full of concern. "That's no problem. Just focus on recovering. Don't worry about your studies."
"When you're better, come back anytime."
The two walked side by side, chatting as they went. Before they knew it, they had already walked out through the gates of the Duke Residence.
In front of the residence gates, the two waved goodbye. Zhuang Mochen stepped onto the carriage waiting nearby, and as the carriage slowly set off, it gradually disappeared around the corner of the wall.
Chen Xiaojun stood where he was, watching the direction in which the carriage had gone. He shook his head and muttered to himself, "Seriously, dealing with these old men means a whole pile of official jargon and nitpicking over words. It takes more brainpower than commanding a battle."