Chen Xiaojun bade Zhou Tianshu farewell amid the breeze's soft whispers, then turned and walked deeper into the courtyard, unexpectedly meeting Ou Ya on a secluded path through the central court.
The two stopped, and a few warm pleasantries drifted leisurely through the air.
Ou Ya now served as consul general at the Chang'an Consulate. Sea God Island's dealings in Chang'an City were primarily with the Chen Clan, and he was well acquainted with its members.
Moreover, he was a candidate for the position of Seahorse City's lord and possessed considerable administrative ability. With his handsome features, he was quite the looker, too.
The seahorse clansmen simply oozed charm.
Today, Ou Ya had come mainly to visit Chen Cong.
Chen Xiaojun asked, "Uncle Ou Ya, I heard Sea God Academy was invited to this Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament?"
Ou Ya frowned slightly and shook his head, replying calmly, "Well, no detailed news has reached us yet."
Hearing this, Chen Xiaojun already understood a little more and smiled faintly.
Just then, Ou Ya took out an elegant letter and held it out to Chen Xiaojun. "Oh, right. Her Highness the Saintess specifically asked me to give you this."
Chen Xiaojun accepted it with both hands, his fingertips gently brushing the envelope's delicate texture. "Thank you, Uncle Ou Ya."
At that moment, Chen Xiaojun felt as though an invisible current of cold were quietly rising behind him. Like fine threads of ice, it slipped along his spine and reached the crown of his head, making his heart tighten. Even the air around him seemed to grow a few degrees colder.
As this strange sensation spread, nature itself seemed to sense the subtle atmosphere. A gentle breeze stirred, carrying wisps of floral fragrance, fresh yet elegant. Like music from the heavens,