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An Chen sat down opposite Elder Chen.

"Your cultivation hasn't fallen behind, has it? Have you recovered from your mental trauma? I heard the anomaly in Xiangshi Valley has disappeared. Youxiang Grass should be hitting the market soon."

Elder Chen remembered the mental injury An Chen had mentioned in his last letter and asked with concern.

"My cultivation's been alright. I've reached level thirty-six. My mind is perfectly fine, and I went to Xiangshi Valley too. Guess who solved the anomaly there?" The tension An Chen had been carrying these past few days finally eased, and he spoke with a smile.

"Oh? Don't tell me it was you?" Elder Chen smiled. "Based on the intelligence we received, were you one of the cannon fodder recruits brought in by the Silvien Family?"

Elder Chen had assumed he was joking, but when he saw An Chen across from him smiling without quite smiling, his heart stirred. "Really?"

An Chen smiled and looked at Elder Chen, whose beard had gone white.

"No way, right? Your Soul Power Level matches too. Do you know how dangerous that place was? Even the Soul Emperor squad Spirit Hall sent was wiped out. What was a level-thirty Soul Elder supposed to do there?"

"Didn't I come back just fine?" An Chen smiled, took several small plants from his Ring, and placed them on the tea table. "These are the Youxiang Grass I picked back then. Do you want them? I still have a whole bunch."

"This stuff is mainly used for nourishment. I don't have any mental injuries, so it's useless to me. I'll take three for my collection." Elder Chen picked up one of the plants and examined it carefully before putting them away.

"The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament is about to begin. There