Chen Xiaojun's words sent ripples through everyone's hearts, giving them plenty to digest.
"The Chen Clan's young prodigy truly lives up to his reputation..." Someone sighed inwardly, voicing what many of those present felt.
His insight, boldness, and ability to put all manner of things to use far surpassed his age, inspiring genuine admiration.
Ma Zhibin took a hefty gulp of liquor. The fiery liquid slid down his throat, dispelling the shock in his heart. With a chuckle, he broke the brief silence. "Sure enough, following you means we'll always eat our fill, Xiaojun."
The corners of Chen Xiaojun's lips lifted in a gentle smile. "Uncle Zhibin, as long as you can eat your fill, I can rest easy. It proves your teeth are strong and your appetite is healthy. That's a good thing."
Everyone could not help smiling.
Yet the smile soon faded from Chen Xiaojun's face, and he said solemnly, "Elders, there is one final matter. Perhaps it is also the most important."
There was more?!
Everyone's heart tightened. Their nerves, which had only just relaxed, instantly grew taut again.
More important than the plans for Iron Jaw Fortress, the allocation of resources, and the arrangements for the future? What could it be?
Every gaze settled on Chen Xiaojun. He turned his wrist, and an almost imperceptible gleam of soul power flashed. A thick, neatly folded sheet of oiled paper appeared in his hand.
He unfolded it and spread it flat across the table.
It was an enormous blueprint, a full two meters long and two meters wide!
An extremely complex circular magic formation was depicted upon it.
Countless abstruse curves, runes, and nodes intertwined in a dense web, forming a dizzying pattern.
The paths of its lines seemed to embody some fundamental truth of heaven and earth,