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If the private room reserved for Soul Douluos displayed luxury at its utmost, the space Chen Xiaojun occupied now was suffused with an elegance that transcended the mundane.
Carved rosewood screens artfully divided the room, creating a hazy, profound atmosphere.
Wisps of agarwood incense rose from a green jade censer, mingling with the refined fragrance of the potted ink orchid on the desk and refreshing the heart and senses.
Naturally, only the most distinguished people in the city could set foot here.
"If the spring breeze has pity for flowers, might it grant me youth once more?"
Yin Duruo laughed heartily. "Whenever I see you youngsters fighting with such passion and determination, even this old man's blood starts to boil."
At ease, Chen Xiaojun slowly raised his teacup and took a light sip, allowing the fragrant tea to spread across his tongue.
Only then did he speak, unhurriedly. "Grandpa Yin, you're usually busy with official affairs. Was there something important you wanted to discuss when you called me here today?"
Yin Duruo smiled faintly and said, "You have plenty of affairs keeping you busy too, Xiaojun. I really shouldn't have disturbed you so abruptly."
"But since your academy happens to be on its scheduled break today, I took the liberty of borrowing a little of your time."
Chen Xiaojun nodded slightly. "Please speak freely, Grandpa Yin."
Yin Duruo's expression turned serious. "I've heard that your Chen Clan intends to establish warrior vocational academies in the Southern Five Commanderies. Is that true?"
Chen Xiaojun looked up at him, his expression calm. "You heard correctly."
Yin Duruo cleared his throat and spoke plainly. "Xiaojun, I won't beat around the bush."
"I naturally understand why your Chen Clan has chosen to implement its plans for Fasno