The Clan Tournament three years earlier had marked an important turning point in Chen Xiaojun's life.
His extraordinary talent had stunned everyone, and when the Wolf Bandits attacked the village, Chen Xiaojun once again demonstrated his command ability and strategic brilliance.
He had directed the battle like a strategist in his command tent, taking control and turning the entire situation around. Through his schemes, he wiped out thousands of Wolf Bandits and successfully protected the village, making everyone see him in a new light once again.
That had earned him a huge wave of admirers, including Luo Zhenjun, who had witnessed it firsthand.
Luo Zhenjun had always deeply admired Chen Xiaojun's talent and strength. He had even silently sworn to learn from Chen Xiaojun and become a powerful, wise Soul Master himself.
Now that Luo Zhenjun finally had the chance to fight Chen Xiaojun, his fighting spirit burned fiercely. He wanted to prove himself, and this was also his own way of showing how far he had come.
He understood that this battle was more than an ordinary match. It was a clash of wills, a test of his own strength.
In a corner on the second floor, Chen Cong and Long Zhenrang stood facing each other. Soft light gently illuminated their figures, making them resemble two quiet statues, while their voices echoed softly through the air.
Their private discussion had ended long ago. After all, an hour had passed. When they arrived, Chen Xiaojun and the others had only just begun fighting, so they had watched the entire battle unfold.
Long Zhenrang looked at Chen Xiaojun and Xiao Yi, admiration gleaming in his eyes.
Recalling his earlier words, he could not help marveling again. "Xiaojun's genius is one thing-I'd heard about it long ago. But this girl's performance