It's Over! Your Highness, Trust Me One More Time! "Third Young Master?!"
Hearing Chen Zhixing's shout, Zhaoguang and Guichen, who were searching high in the sky, hurried over toward the sound.
Their gazes swept him up and down. Seeing that nothing much had happened to Chen Zhixing, they could not help letting out a breath of relief. "Third Young Master, where have you been these past few days?"
Chen Zhixing answered honestly, "Not long after the trial began, two branch disciples of the Chen Clan planned to snatch my bracelet. Luckily, those two weren't very strong. After I knocked them out, I was afraid others would come rob me too, so I simply found a cave and hid inside."
Hearing this, Zhaoguang and Guichen looked at each other, both somewhat caught between laughter and tears.
"Third Young Master truly has great fortune and a mighty life," Elder Zhaoguang could not help saying.
Of the dozens of Chen Clan disciples who had come for this trial, almost all of them were now heavily injured and unconscious. There were even a few unlucky ones who, because they had been right at the center of the clash between Chen Tianchen and Black Robe Nineteen at the very start, had directly turned into a mist of blood.
Only this Third Young Master, by a strange twist of fate, had actually escaped disaster.
"What happened?" Chen Zhixing asked blankly.
"Ah, it's a long story." Elder Zhaoguang let out a long sigh. Then, as if he had remembered something, his tone shifted and he asked gravely, "Right, Third Young Master, did you see the Eldest Young Master?"
"Brother Zhaosheng?" Chen Zhixing shook his head and replied, "I hid in the cave on the first day and didn't see him."
Hearing this, Elder Zhaoguang and Elder Guichen