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At dawn the next day, the rising sun climbed into the sky.
A carriage set out from the Chen Residence, rumbling toward Chang'an Academy on the outskirts of the city.
Today was the day Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi went to Chang'an Academy.
Counting the days, Chen Xiaojun had already rested for more than ten days. His injuries had healed, and yesterday he had even gone to watch the contest.
In fact, 578 had gone there a few days earlier.
They watched the carriage slowly vanish down the street.
Zhu Hefeng turned to Zhu Yanfeng and said, "Fourth brother, then I'll be going. I'll have to trouble you to look after Changyun."
"Changyun, your father won't be by your side. In everything, listen to your Fourth Uncle's instructions."
Zhu Changyun answered honestly, "Got it, Dad. Don't you worry."
Then he laughed at himself and said, "But I'm already forty. Do you still need to be this worried about me?!"
Zhu Yanfeng gently waved a hand and replied, "Changyun is steady by nature. You can rest easy."
"Besides, you should have gone to the secret realm long ago, kid. You delayed a whole year because of the Duke Residence's affairs."
"Now, just go and cultivate in peace. If you can't become the second Soul Douluo of our Old Zhu family, just see how I deal with you."
As the Chen family's territory expanded day by day, the number of Soul Douluo was once again, once again, once again not enough.
Under these circumstances, with the Main Lineage short on manpower, the older people among their followers became favored.
Among the older generation of the Zhaowu Nine Clans like Zhu Yanfeng, there were still some, such as Zhu Hefeng, Zhao Derong of the Zhao Family,