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Xue Churan said softly, "Oh, I see. So that was your real reason for going to see Xia Qingyun?!"
Xue Chuxin's sleeves stirred gently, dancing without a breeze, and a faint, bitter smile curved her lips. "I went to see Xia Qingyun to untangle the emotional knots of the past."
"Another reason was that little rascal Xiaojun was the one pushing this along."
"Building a good relationship with that little rascal was also part of my considerations. After all, he represents the will of a large portion of the Chen Clan."
Xue Churan raised her fair wrist and smiled sweetly, her eyes shimmering. "Indeed, Xiaojun is the Chen Clan's future, and he's rapidly turning that future into reality, becoming a pillar of strength. He actually managed to gather a whole band of people around him."
Xue Chuxin lightly touched the sandalwood table with her slender fingers. "Otherwise, how could he have become the Chen Clan's young lord at a mere thirteen? There's been no one like him throughout the ages."
"Speaking of winning people over, didn't he once offer to help you become a Title Douluo?"
"Without the Chen Clan's wholehearted support, helping you break through to Title Douluo with our strength alone would be difficult indeed."
Xue Churan's phoenix eyes flashed, their sharpness laid bare. "Yes. We want to obtain high-grade resources from the Imperial Family, but there are too many mouths and too little porridge. Add our rift with those old fossils, and there's no hope."
"Who would have thought that little rascal Xiaojun would deliver a pillow just as we were getting sleepy?"
Xue Chuxin slowly rose. As she turned, the Floral Forehead Ornament between her brows gleamed in the candlelight. "For us sisters, establishing a system of our own and allowing