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Zhuang Mocheng was instantly beside himself with joy and asked eagerly, "Really?"
Chen Xiaojun shot him a look and said irritably, "Of course, Elder Zhuang. Did you think being my partner would be that easy?"
Zhuang Mocheng fell silent. All right, brat. You have a very good point.
He then nodded in satisfaction, a gratified smile appearing on his face. "With that assurance from you, I can rest easy."
"Xiaojun, however long the road ahead for Chang'an Academy may be, I am willing to give everything I have to lend you a hand!"
Chen Xiaojun closed his folding fan and tapped it lightly against his palm. The taut strings of his heart finally began to relax.
I've finally won this old man over.
Among the Chang'an Three Elders, Wang Wei was straightforward and simple-hearted. Winning his favor required only catering to his interests;
Zhuo Qianren was contrary and stubborn, but if treated with sincerity, he would change his attitude as time went on.
Zhuang Mocheng, however, was meticulous and adept at navigating every social situation. His schemes were as numerous as the stars, and his considerations were exhaustive, winding through nine twists and turns.
Getting him to side with the Chen Clan without reservation was no easy task.
Chen Xiaojun bowed slightly to Zhuang Mocheng. "You are too kind, Elder Zhuang. You have devoted a lifetime of effort to Chang'an Academy. We will not disappoint you."
"When we win the Gaoying Tournament and bring glory to the academy, we will offer you our most sincere tribute!"
The mountain wind still howled, whipping their clothes, but it could not scatter the lofty ambitions in their hearts.
Zhuang Mocheng pressed his lips together and said, "Once Elder Zhuo emerges from seclusion, he will protect you