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At that moment, Chen Xiaojun suddenly knitted his brows. An extremely subtle flash of inspiration flickered through his sea of consciousness. Something crucial had been overlooked, stuck in the cracks of his thoughts.
Everyone immediately noticed the change in his expression—it was the look of someone sunk into deep contemplation, his mind wandering far beyond the world.
Over the past few years, they had long since grown used to him being like this. Whenever it happened, it usually meant he had thought of something important.
Xiao Yi's black eyes shifted slightly. Silently, she reached out a delicate hand and gently held Chen Xiaojun's slightly cool palm.
Coolness entered his palm, and Chen Xiaojun gave a violent start, as if he had been dragged back to reality from deep water.
He blinked, his gaze refocusing, and saw everyone looking at him.
"Oh, I'm fine," he said, forcing out a somewhat natural smile. "You all keep talking. Don't mind me."
He pulled his hand back from Xiao Yi's grasp. In front of so many people, it was honestly a little embarrassing.
His fingertips rubbed together unconsciously, as if that wisp of cool touch still lingered there.
What a hypocrite, wanting it both ways.
Chen Xiaojun leaned back against the carriage wall and closed his eyes. The shock brought by that flash of inspiration just now continued to surge deep in his mind.
He remembered!
In the Daoist system of his previous life, Marshal Canopy, True Lord Tian Peng, was the head of the Four Sages of the Arctic and the foremost guardian deity under the Central Heaven North Star Ziwei Great Emperor.
And what about himself?
He called himself the "Ziwei Sword"!
He had also fleeced the Ziwei Great Emperor again, cobbling together a full set of