Chen Xiaojun took a small sip of tea, a thoughtful glimmer crossing his eyes, and said slowly, "Come to think of it, Old Nine and Old Ten are almost twelve, aren't they?"
"Time really flies. In the blink of an eye, they're already about to leave home to study."
Chen Shurui nodded, a trace of wistfulness in his eyes. "Yes. They'll be heading to Sword Rain Academy in the second half of the year."
Chen Bin chimed in, "That's right. Since they practice the Wind and Lightning Sword Art, that place really does suit them."
"Besides, Old Ten hasn't been home in ages. Sword Rain Academy is close to the Wind Sword Sect, too."
Chen Xiaojun looked up into the distance, yearning and regret mingling in his eyes. He said softly, "Actually, we still attend too few academies. There are thousands upon thousands of academies in this world, each with its own unique appeal and legacy."
Chen Shurui did not understand what Chen Xiaojun meant. "???"
Chen Xiaojun smiled and explained, "The Wind Sword Sect holds Old Ten's own clan legacy, so it's only natural for him to return."
"But the Nine Heavens Sect's Nine Heavens Academy would suit them quite well, too."
"Nine Heavens Academy is famous for cultivating wind and lightning attributes, and it has its own distinctive insights into swordsmanship. If they could go there, they might gain even more."
Hearing this, Chen Shurui and Chen Bin also sank into thought.
Zhu Wuneng seemed to have a sudden flash of inspiration. He bounced over to Chen Xiaojun and said with a grin, "Young Master, our competition is coming up soon. How about giving me a flashy signature verse?"
"The Seventh and Eighth Young Masters both have one. I can't let them outshine me, can I?!"
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