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The Chang'an Great Soul Arena, a towering building, stood in the bustling heart of Chang'an City, grand and imposing.
A gorgeously decorated hall came into view.
Beneath the vaulted dome hung strings of seven-treasure ornaments, each bead round and lustrous.
Seventy-two Glazed Lamps lit the gilded hall as brightly as day, while Bronze Beast Heads breathed out wisps of sandalwood incense.
Chen Xiaojun stood tall and straight. As he cupped his fists in salute, his sleeves billowed in the wind with a sharp rustle.
His starry eyes shone brightly, as if they held a keen sword aura. "I've truly troubled you by coming here this time, Grandpa Long."
Ma Rulong hurriedly waved his hand, his face full of a kindly smile. "You child, why are you still being polite with me?"
"To be able to help you and Chang'an Academy is my honor, Ma's honor."
"However, this little bit is all I can help with."
Chen Xiaojun bowed slightly and said sincerely, "Grandpa Long, you jest. You've already helped me, the Chen Clan, and the academy a great deal. I will remember this kindness in my heart."
Ma Rulong patted Chen Xiaojun on the shoulder and said, "Isn't that only right? Then Grandpa Ma has matters to attend to, so I'll be going first."
Chen Xiaojun replied respectfully, "Take care, Grandpa Long."
Then Ma Rulong looked at Ma Liang and Ma Wencai, who were standing to the side, and said, "Xiao Liang, Wencai, follow Xiaojun and work hard. Perform well in this Continental Elite Competition and bring glory to our Ma Family."
Ma Liang and Ma Wencai immediately straightened up and said in unison, "Yes, Fourth granduncle."
After Ma Rulong left, Chen Xiaojun lightly clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention.
He turned to look at