Chen Xiaojun slowly descended from the mountaintop and saw Ma Zhibin leaning beneath a towering ancient tree, gripping a jar of Fifth Grade Wine Spirit Wine in his hand as he tipped his head back and drank heartily, looking rather bold and unrestrained.
"Uncle Ma, were you waiting here especially for me?" Chen Xiaojun asked softly, his tone carrying a hint of respect.
Ma Zhibin wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and grinned. "Of course."
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly. "Then may I ask what important matter you have, Uncle?"
Ma Zhibin walked over and spoke with a somewhat roguish air. "Haha, naturally, I came to thank you."
"Third Child and Wen'er both told me. You actually gave that pair of complementary thirty-thousand-year Blazing Winged Spirit Luan arm soul bones to Wen'er."
"And according to what they described, those two soul skills could be called top-grade soul skills. They'll greatly improve Wen'er's combat strength."
"Their value far exceeds a Fifty Thousand Year Soul Bone and rivals a seventy-thousand-year soul bone. Even I would find it difficult to obtain such treasures."
Chen Xiaojun smiled modestly. "It was merely that everyone yielded to one another. They felt those soul bones would not be of much use to them."
Ma Zhibin shook his head and gave a scornful laugh, wearing an expression that said, Don't try to fool me. "Do you believe that yourself?"
"Chen Mu and the other two aside, what about the rest? Wen'er has no kinship or ties with them. Would they casually give up such a rare treasure?"
"If they weren't giving you face, how could that be possible? This old uncle still has that much judgment."
Chen Xiaojun was momentarily at a loss for words and fell silent.
Ma Zhibin lifted his head to look at