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Just then, Chen Xiaojun suddenly knitted his brows. An exceedingly subtle flash of insight flickered through his sea of consciousness. Something crucial had been overlooked, lodged in a crack between his thoughts.
Everyone immediately noticed the change in his expression-he looked lost in deep contemplation, his mind wandering beyond the heavens.
Over the past few years, they had grown familiar with this state of his. Whenever it appeared, it usually meant he had thought of something important.
Xiao Yi's dark eyes shifted slightly. Without a word, she extended her soft, delicate hand and gently clasped Chen Xiaojun's slightly cool palm.
The cool touch against his palm made Chen Xiaojun start, as though he had been pulled from deep water back into reality.
He blinked, his gaze coming back into focus, and noticed everyone watching him.
"Oh, it's nothing," he said, managing a somewhat natural smile. "Carry on. Don't mind me."
He withdrew the hand Xiao Yi was holding. It felt rather embarrassing with everyone watching.
His fingertips rubbed together unconsciously, as though a trace of that cool touch still lingered.
He really wanted to have it both ways and still claim the moral high ground.
Chen Xiaojun leaned back against the carriage wall and closed his eyes. The shock of that fleeting insight continued to surge through the depths of his mind.
He remembered!
In the Daoist hierarchy of his previous life, Marshal Tianpeng, the Perfected Lord, had been the foremost of the Four Sages of the North Pole and the chief guardian deity serving the Central Heaven Northern Pole Purple Star Great Emperor.
And what about him?
He called himself the "Purple Star Sword"!
He had also fleeced the Purple Star Great Emperor, using the Big Dipper Heavenly Stem Sword Formation to put