Chen Cong yawned, looking rather tired. "I'm exhausted. Hurry up and go. Talking to you, kid, is a real strain on the brain. I need to get some proper rest."
Chen Xiaojun scratched his head and smiled. "I can't. There's still something I need to discuss with you two elders."
Chen Cong sighed helplessly and said, "Seriously, why do you have so many things going on? Say it, and say it all at once. Don't pop up with another one in a bit."
Chen Menglin also curled his lip and said, "It's not going to be some other messy nonsense, is it?"
Chen Xiaojun quickly waved his hands and said, "No. It's Ma Zhibin—Uncle Ma. He wants his son, Ma Wencai, to become my follower."
Chen Menglin's eyes widened. "How could he bring himself to lose face like that?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled. "Listen to you. Uncle Ma's bottom line has always been very stable. For his son's sake, face or no face, he doesn't care."
Chen Cong frowned and asked, "What's the reason?"
Chen Xiaojun said seriously, "First, I once said that Ma Wencai's Mutated Martial Soul, the Sunlight Brocade Chicken, still has room to improve, and it might reach the level of a Top Martial Soul. Second, he has no money and no resources, not enough to cultivate Ma Wencai quickly to a high rank. Third, Ma Wencai isn't from the Ma Family's main line, so Uncle Ma can decide to have him follow me. It also counts as finding him a good way out."
Chen Menglin scratched his head and said, "What kind of Top Martial Soul can a chicken evolve into? I've never heard of that."
Chen Cong also looked puzzled. "Can Ma Wencai's Sunlight Brocade Chicken really evolve into a Top Martial Soul?"
Chen Xiaojun shrugged.