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Xi Li Rufeng, white-haired as snow and built like a bear with a tiger's broad back, laughed heartily. "Tianjun, hahaha! You old rascal, you must win the moment your banner flies today and get us off to a roaring start!"
Shen Tianjun merely gave a quiet "Mm."
Just then, an old man in blue robes, looking every inch a wandering swordsman, approached. "Rufeng, stop disturbing Tianjun while he gathers his thoughts."
Xi Li Rufeng glared. "Tonglong, what do you know? I'm giving him my blessing, understand?"
Feng Tonglong curled his lip. "You're too noisy."
A lean old man wearing a robe embroidered with plum blossoms nodded. "That much is certainly true."
Xi Li Rufeng looked as miserable as if he had swallowed a fly. "Tch. Tonglong, Zhiyu, what good can you two do sitting there? You couldn't even squeeze out a fart."
Chen Xun stood in the middle of the hall. Beside him stood Chen Hong, a man who looked around fifty, his temples graying but his bearing imposing.
Indeed, he had returned.
Suddenly, the hall fell silent as a group entered.
Chen Zixiu and Bo Xian'er walked in the middle, flanked by Zhang Xiaofan and Lu Xueqi, with Zhu Jiazhen and Xue Chuxin farther out on either side.
Everyone cupped their hands in greeting.
"Brother Zixiu!"
"Sister-in-law!"
"Sister Xueqi!"
"Big Brother Xiaofan!"
"..."
The men gathered together and exchanged greetings.
Chen Zixiu held the highest seniority in the Chen family and was also the oldest.
For one thing, he was already advanced in years. For another, nearly everyone older than him had passed away. The one or two who remained were flickering candles in the wind, nearing their graves and barely able to walk.
Combined with his current cultivation level, this