Even Yan Jinzhong, a sharp-witted man of few words, spoke up. "Is that eighth-grade Purple Reishi available too?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled calmly and answered with certainty, "Yes."
That brief answer left their joy written all over their faces.
What family did not have someone who had failed to awaken a Martial Soul and been cast down into the dust?
Three years ago, everyone had coveted those Purple Reishi, but the auction prices had simply been too steep.
If they were auctioned internally within the Brocade Guard, the prices would not be so inflated that all they could do was stare helplessly.
Moreover, the generous benefits offered by the Chen Clan surpassed even those of the City Lord's Residence's Golden Guards. Such enticing terms had already stirred longing in many of those present.
At that moment, however, Shen, Ji, and Liu fell briefly silent.
They could no longer immediately voice their support and steer the conversation as they had before. After all, everyone knew that quite a few members of their families already served in the Brocade Guard.
Just as someone was about to express approval of the Chen Clan's proposal, He Qingchuan's voice suddenly broke the momentary silence.
"Xiaojun," He Qingchuan said with a note of gravity, "may I ask a question?"
Chen Xiaojun remained composed and nodded. "Senior He, please ask whatever you wish."
He Qingchuan's gaze sharpened. "Traces of a fierce battle between supreme experts were recently discovered around Wushan Prefecture. Were they left by a clash between Your Excellency the Sword Hero and the Crimson Church?"
Chen Xiaojun paused in surprise, then nodded in confirmation. "Indeed."
"Then," He Qingchuan pressed, "which experts from the Crimson Church did Your Excellency Chen Yu fight? And what was the outcome?"
Several days had passed since Chen Yu's battle with the