Chen Cong and Chen Menglin both froze at his words and asked in unison, "You mean?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly, his voice carrying a note of careful consideration. "She was only seven then. A seven-year-old child suddenly leaving familiar surroundings for somewhere entirely new-there had to be a reason behind it."
"That was shortly after Ji Tiantian's martial soul awakening, and shortly after our Chen Clan emerged into the world."
"Despite knowing that our Chen Clan had emerged, and even knowing that you, Second Granduncle, had taken over Chang'an Academy, they still chose to move there. That's something worth examining."
At this point, Chen Xiaojun's voice grew smoother, suffused with confidence. "At the very least, it proves one thing: within their family, the desire to draw closer to our Chen Clan had gained the upper hand."
"Otherwise, why risk being discovered by us and move somewhere connected to our Chen Clan by a thousand threads?"
Chen Cong said softly, "That is rather interesting."
Chen Menglin, however, was puzzled. His brows knitted tightly as he asked, "Wait, they knew your Second Granduncle had taken over Chang'an Academy, yet they still moved there? Weren't they putting themselves right under our noses? Isn't that practically asking us to discover them?"
Chen Xiaojun nodded affirmatively. "Exactly. They wanted us to discover them."
Even more confused, Chen Menglin scratched his head. "Isn't that contradictory? They deliberately moved here but said nothing. What kind of act are they putting on? Baiting a hook? What exactly are they trying to do?"
Chen Xiaojun shook his head gently, a smile curling his lips. "Third Granduncle, have you ever heard the phrase 'words rising to the lips, only to be held back'?"
Chen Menglin rolled his eyes and scolded him with a laugh. "You brat, you really are full