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Wang Wei's aged eyes, weathered by the countless sails he had seen pass, suddenly blazed with the heat of someone discovering a peerless treasure. He murmured in admiration, his voice carrying barely restrained astonishment, "These two truly are heaven-gifted qilin sons."
His gaze remained riveted below, as though he were appraising peerless blades, lingering over the lightning and wind shadows sweeping across the battlefield. "Their soul power is mighty and refined, their fighting spirit bares its edge, and their soul skills flow without a hitch... in every respect, they surpass the ordinary. Both are outstanding talents of this age, dragons among men. They truly deserve to be the Big Dipper's Left Assistant and Right Support."
As mentioned before, Chen Zhouzhao and Chen Jieqi had undergone martial soul atavism, and their innate aptitude had originally been above level eight. Over the years, each had taken two Ninth-Grade Treasure Medicines, raising their innate aptitude beyond level 9.
In the years since the Chen Clan's Emergence, they had been among the foremost disciples on whom Zhejiang Studio lavished its training resources-the very best of its students.
He abruptly turned his head, his burning gaze almost searing through Chen Xiaojun, and declared decisively, "No! Xiaojun, you little rascal, we're claiming these precious treasures! If you think this rough fellow and Old Zhuang's rotten old bones aren't good enough..."
Wang Wei spoke rapidly, his eyes gleaming with the calculations of a man determined to win. "Then have them become our eldest brother's disciples! Wind and lightning-a match made in heaven! How could we possibly let them slip away?!"
At this, the corner of Chen Xiaojun's eye twitched violently. He nearly rolled his eyes all the way into the back of his head.
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