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Several minutes earlier, on the second floor above the main entrance.
Zhuang Mocheng's aged eyes flashed like lightning, fixed on the two differently colored sword blades in the arena. His voice was deep and solemn as an ancient bell. "Why does Ji Tiantian have a Seven Kill Sword?!"
A faint smile of worldly understanding lingered on Chen Xiaojun's lips as he tapped his jade-boned folding fan against his palm. "Shi Qiong is my paternal aunt. My own flesh and blood."
The wine flask in Wang Wei's hand trembled with a hum. His tiger-like eyes widened, and a suppressed thunderclap rolled from his throat. "You little rascal, Chen Xiaojun! Ji Tiantian's family had that connection to yours, and we never noticed, even with them right under our noses for more than three years."
Well, now everything the Chen Clan had done over those three years seemed to turn into fine needles of ice, pricking him with alarm.
Zhuang Mocheng seemed not to hear his old friend's startled words. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the black jade at his waist as he murmured, each word striking a chord in the heart, "So that was it. She really has twin martial souls?!"
Wang Wei spun around, his sleeves stirring the air. "Old Zhuang! Have those eyes of yours rusted over? That Seven Kill Sword Qi flows like the low cry of a soul. How could it come from forged iron?!"
Zhuang Mocheng rolled his eyes extravagantly. He had been asking about the implication, not the literal question.
A knowing gleam flashed in Chen Xiaojun's eyes. Understanding what he meant, Chen Xiaojun's smile deepened. "That's right. Tiantian does indeed have innate full soul power."
"Ha ha! Heaven favors our academy!" Wang Wei's booming laughter made the cups on