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Zhu Yanfeng and Ding Bingyuan ranked among the clan's core "Nine Elders of Zhaowu." Both were renowned high-level or Peak Soul Douluo, yet Elder Shi spoke of them as though they were two ordinary juniors.
His tone suggested considerable familiarity with the two, but Xia Yun could not possibly have been unaware of that. How strange.
Chen Xiaojun could not help asking, "Are you quite familiar with those elders?"
Elder Shi merely took a casual sip of wine. "Of course I know them. But, Young Master..."
His deep, weighty eyes turned toward Chen Xiaojun. "There is no need to delve into my background. All you need to know is that I am nothing more than an old bag of bones in the clan, with one foot in the grave."
With that much said, Chen Xiaojun knew better than to press, though his curiosity remained undiminished. He accepted it with a smile. "You sell yourself short. Anyone who can occupy your position is a pillar holding up the heavens for the clan."
Elder Shi nodded indifferently and returned to the subject. "So, Young Master, what has been troubling you enough to drink alone beneath the moon?"
After a little consideration, Chen Xiaojun briefly recounted the earlier discussion in the Council Hall about allocating places and the competitive pressure within the tournament regions.
Elder Shi listened quietly, his aged fingers rubbing the rim of his cup. Only after a moment did he speak slowly. "So it is a matter of which faction your backside sits with-and where those backsides sit has already been fixed."
Chen Xiaojun smiled bitterly. "Yes. This move by the Empire's Ministry of Education rather feels like herding ducks onto a perch."
A sharp gleam flashed through Elder Shi's eyes before sinking