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The lingering smoke in the air had yet to disperse when Chen Zhang's gaze slowly shifted to his side.
Sitting there was his nephew, Chen Xiaojun, who had been as still and quiet as a deep pool from beginning to end today.
"Xiaojun, you watched everything unfold today... Do you have any other thoughts?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone in the hall instantly focused their eyes on Chen Xiaojun.
Zhu Yanfeng stopped tapping his tobacco pipe, Qin Luguang narrowed his eyes, and Ma Zhibin set down the wine cup in his hand.
This Kirin Prodigy of the Chen Clan, known for his strategic vision, broad perspective, and ingenious, uncanny schemes—his silence at this moment even drew a curious look from the usually indifferent Yang Zhicheng.
Chen Xiaojun slowly lifted his eyes.
Those eyes remained calm and unruffled, yet beneath that calm, there seemed to be a Deep Sea Vortex hidden within.
He did not answer at once. Silence spread through the air, with only his long fingers unconsciously tracing lightly along the rim of his teacup.
This quiet stillness was completely different from the decisive killer he remembered on the battlefield, and from the easy, smiling conversationalist of ordinary days.
Chen Zhang's heart stirred slightly. He kept feeling that, from the strange incident on the battlefield that day to today's silence, some kind of change seemed to have taken place in this nephew of his.
At last, Chen Xiaojun slowly spoke. "Thoughts, you say..."
He paused briefly, as if weighing the most fitting way to phrase it.
"In Huagai District, our focus before was on 'breaking'—breaking Juegu, breaking separatist rule, breaking the old order. Now that the deadlock has been broken,