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A few minutes earlier, on the second floor by the main gate.
Zhuang Mochen's aged eyes flashed like lightning, locked tightly on the pair of differently colored sword edges in the arena. His voice sank like an ancient bell. "How does Ji Tiantian have a Seven Kill Sword?!"
A faint smile that seemed to see through the ways of the world lingered at the corner of Chen Xiaojun's lips. He tapped his jade-boned folding fan lightly against his palm. "Shi Qiong is my paternal aunt. By blood."
The wine flask in Wang Wei's hand trembled with a "buzz." His tiger eyes went wide, and a suppressed peal of thunder rolled from his throat. "Well done, Chen Xiaojun. Ji Tiantian's family has ties to yours, and for more than three years, right under our noses, we never noticed a thing."
Wonderful. He only felt that the Chen Clan's actions over the past three years had, at this moment, turned into countless fine ice needles, pricking his heart with alarm.
Zhuang Mochen seemed not to hear his old friend's shocked words. His knuckles unconsciously rubbed the black jade at his waist as he murmured to himself, each word striking the heartstrings. "So... she really has Twin Martial Souls?!"
Wang Wei spun around sharply, his sleeves stirring the air. "Old Zhuang! Have those eyes of yours rusted over? That Seven Kill Sword energy flows like the low howl of a soul. How could it be forged from iron?!"
Zhuang Mochen rolled his eyes hard. What he was asking was the implication, not the literal question.
A gleam of wisdom flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes. Understanding what he meant, his smile deepened a little. "That's right. Tiantian is indeed Innate Full Soul Power."
"Hahaha! Heaven aids our academy!"