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After Lian Changzhi left.
Chen Xiaojun unhurriedly took out his Gilt-Edged Folding Fan and waved it gently, a faint smile playing at his lips. "If you can't beat them, join them. He certainly knows how to play that move."
Xia Yun looked somewhat grave, his brows slightly furrowed as he slowly said, "Bringing Lian Changzhi under the clan's banner will likely put quite a few people on their guard. We may find ourselves hemmed in at every turn from now on."
Chen Xiaojun sighed softly and spread his hands helplessly. "Ah, Si Baining, Lian Changzhi-every last one of them is an old fox that's grown into a spirit. Who can't see what we're after by now?!"
Xia Yun kept his gaze fixed on Chen Xiaojun and pressed, "A level eighty-three Soul Douluo skilled in both offense and defense is a fine addition, especially since we're short on Soul Douluos. How do you intend to place him, Young Master? What use will you put him to?"
At that, a devilish smile instantly spread across Chen Xiaojun's face. "Him? Hehe, naturally, we'll make full use of him and squeeze every last drop out of his influence."
Watching Chen Xiaojun's expression, Xia Yun could not stop the corners of his mouth from twitching.
After a moment's silence, Xia Yun spoke again. "Young Master, how do you intend to respond to the matter Wei Xinzhi of Heavenly Wolf Academy raised?"
Chen Xiaojun froze briefly, then waved a hand with an easy expression. "Uh, well, that falls within your authority anyway, Grandpa Xia Yun. Just discuss it with Grandpa Zhao Yang, or even Second Granduncle, and decide among yourselves."
"I don't want to worry about every little thing. It's exhausting."
Xia Yun shook his head helplessly.
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