The newcomer wore a blue Sword Shirt, his sleeves drifting in the wind like an immortal. It was Chen Yu.
Chen Cong swept him a glance and called out, "Brother! You're here!"
Chen Xiaojun also stood up in delight and walked toward Chen Yu, his face brimming with a smile. "Grandfather, why have you come?"
Chen Yu entered the courtyard, his gaze first moving between Chen Xiaojun and Chen Cong.
Then he chuckled softly. "I received a message from your second granduncle. I heard something had happened on your side, so I hurried over. What were you discussing just now? Why not let this Old Man listen in as well?"
Chen Cong rolled his eyes helplessly, turned to Chen Xiaojun, and muttered under his breath, "Your grandfather always likes eavesdropping by the wall."
Chen Yu: "..."
The three sat together. Chen Xiaojun and Chen Cong gave Chen Yu a detailed account of everything that had happened recently, as well as their earlier discussion and speculation about distributing the immortal herbs.
Chen Cong's eyes burned with probing intensity as he asked quietly, "Brother, what wise opinion do you have regarding Xiaojun's choices and guesses for the immortal herbs?"
Chen Yu slowly rose. With his hands clasped behind his back, he paced steadily through the courtyard. In the quiet garden, his footsteps clicked against the bluestone slabs; he was clearly thinking it over carefully.
"Immortal herbs are excellent, but they aren't suited to everyone," Chen Yu replied calmly.
As the family's helmsman and elder, he knew the choice of immortal herbs concerned not only an individual's cultivation speed and a soul master's foundation, but also the family's overall strength and future development.
At last, he stopped and said in a grave voice, "Xiaojun, I very much agree with your view. We