"Back to you, brat. Level 20! Are you happy? Excited?!" Chen Cong's voice rang out, a delighted smile spreading across his face.
He had always been rather serious, but now he enjoyed teasing Chen Xiaojun more and more. Perhaps, having broken through to level 90, his old pressures had vanished like smoke, leaving him far more relaxed and cheerful.
"Hehe, I'm level 20 right now because level 20 is all I'm allowed to be," Chen Xiaojun said casually.
"What do you mean? Wait, you mean because of the soul ring restriction?!" Chen Cong asked in puzzlement.
"Exactly. I can feel the medicinal power building up inside me. Aside from what will continue slowly transforming my body over the next few years, there's still some left over. I reckon I can gain another two or three levels after adding a soul ring," Chen Xiaojun explained.
"..."
At this, Chen Cong fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Brother, little Xiaojun can't appear in the village for a while," Chen Cong told Chen Yu, his tone solemn and serious.
Chen Yu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the sky with deep eyes. He nodded. "Yes, you're right. This would shake the world a little too much."
Indeed, Chen Xiaojun becoming a Soul Grandmaster at six was simply too extraordinary. It overturned common sense, making it difficult to explain even to the villagers. Neither his innate level of twelve nor the immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well could be revealed.
Thus, however they disguised Chen Xiaojun's situation, it would invite unnecessary speculation and misunderstandings. And if information about him leaked, there was no telling what changes it might trigger in the Soul Master World.
Chen Xiaojun also felt deeply helpless. He had never expected his breakthrough