Even Yan Jinzhong, that sharp-witted man of few words, spoke up. "Is there Eighth Grade Purple Ganoderma as well?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and answered with certainty, "There is."
That brief answer made their joy overflow plain across their faces.
Whose family did not have a few people who had failed to awaken their martial souls and fallen into the dust?
Three years ago, everyone had coveted those purple ganoderma even more, but unfortunately, the auction price had truly been too high.
If it was auctioned internally among the Brocade-Clad Guards, then the auction price would not be as inflated as it had been back then, leaving them only able to stare helplessly.
Moreover, the benefits provided by the Chen Clan were so generous that they even surpassed the standards of the City Lord's Mansion's Golden Guard. These tempting terms had already stirred longing in quite a few of those present.
At that moment, however, Shen, Ji, and Liu fell into a brief silence.
They could not immediately voice support and set the tone as they had before. After all, it was widely known that quite a few people from their families already served in the Brocade-Clad Guards.
Just as someone was about to express agreement with the Chen Clan's proposal, He Qingchuan's voice suddenly rang out, breaking the momentary quiet.
"Xiaojun," He Qingchuan said, a note of solemnity in his tone, "may I ask a question?"
Chen Xiaojun's expression was steady as he nodded. "Senior He, please ask whatever you wish."
He Qingchuan's gaze sharpened. "Recently, traces of an intense battle left behind by top-tier experts were discovered around Five Mountains County. Were those caused by a clash between His Excellency Sword Hero and the Crimson Church?"
Chen Xiaojun was slightly taken aback, then nodded in confirmation. "That is