The crowd withdrew, and the clamor gradually settled into silence, leaving only mottled light and shadow across the ground and the lingering warmth in the air.
Chen Cong and Chen Xiaojun stood by the empty window.
Chen Cong frowned slightly, concern in his voice. "How are your injuries?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and said in a relaxed tone, "Not bad. The Purple Jade Mandala Incense really is effective. It works wonders for the recovery of the Upper Soul Nest and Mental Power."
Hearing this, a complicated smile tugged at Chen Cong's lips. "Honestly, you... How do you keep running into these unbelievable things? Every time, you scare people half to death."
"At such a young age, you've nearly died twice already."
Chen Xiaojun shrugged, looking innocent. "I'm confused too."
"Sometimes I really wonder if fate has some special fondness for me, always making me circle the edge of life and death again and again."
Chen Cong shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in mockery. "Confused? I think you're just acting pitiful after getting the benefit. How many people dream of chances like this and never get them?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled, a sly glint flashing in his eyes. "Second Granduncle, the price for it is heavy too."
"Look, I used Purple Jade Mandala Incense for half a year, and the damage to my Upper Soul Nest still hasn't fully recovered. I still feel drowsy from time to time."
Hearing this, Chen Cong smiled calmly. "Heh, you brat."
"Still, what you said makes sense. The recovery process may be long, but every step is solid."
"The Zhong Family's Jia Yin Dream Return Pill truly is precious, and supplies are limited. If there were more of them, your recovery would definitely be faster, and the cracks in your Upper Soul