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At dawn the next day, the sun rose in the east.
A carriage set out from the Chen Residence, its wheels rumbling toward Chang'an Academy on the outskirts of the city.
Today was the day Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi would go to Chang'an Academy.
Counting the days, Chen Xiaojun had already rested for over ten days. His injuries had healed, and he had even gone to watch the competition yesterday.
In fact, 578 had gone several days earlier.
As the carriage slowly disappeared down the street, they watched it go.
Zhu Hefeng turned to Zhu Yanfeng and said, "Fourth Brother, I'll be off, then. Sorry for the trouble, but please look after Changyun."
"Changyun, while your father isn't around, you must follow your Fourth Uncle's instructions in everything."
Zhu Changyun replied with an honest smile, "All right, Dad. Don't you worry."
Then he laughed at himself. "But I'm already forty. Do you really still need to worry about me this much?"
Zhu Yanfeng waved a hand lightly and replied, "Changyun is steady and dependable. You can rest easy."
"Besides, you should have gone to the secret realm long ago. The Duke's Mansion's affairs delayed you for a whole year."
"Now just focus on cultivating without any worries. If you fail to become the Old Zhu Family's second Soul Douluo, you'll see how I deal with you."
As the Chen Clan Territory expanded by the day, they were short of Soul Douluos yet again-and again, and again.
Under these circumstances, with no one available from the main lineage, the elders among their followers came into favor.
There were still a few members of the Nine Surnames of Zhaowu from Zhu Yanfeng's generation, such as Zhu Hefeng, Zhao Derong of the Zhao Family,