Over the next few days, I gradually grew familiar with Xiao Yi and Chen Xiaojun.
Being around Xiao Yi really put me at ease. Her quiet, tranquil air made people relax without even realizing it.
She seldom spoke, and whenever she did, she treasured every word like gold. Chen Xiaojun told me that Xiao Yi barely spoke at all normally, so getting her to say so much to me was already quite rare.
The understanding between Xiao Yi and Chen Xiaojun was truly enviable. A single glance or gesture was all they needed to understand each other.
Most of their conversations consisted of Chen Xiaojun talking. He occasionally teased Xiao Yi, but I never saw her get angry. All I saw was the smile in her eyes when he amused her.
Chen Xiaojun was an exceptionally articulate person, witty and humorous, with all sorts of strange expressions popping out of his mouth from time to time.
His knowledge of Soul Masters was also extensive. Like my teachers, he seemed to shine with an unusual brilliance.
He never put on airs, either. He mingled easily with his family's chubby young attendant, Luo Zhenjun, and the others. That made me a little envious. Very few people had ever been close to me as I grew up.
But sometimes he was a bit of a rogue. Sometimes he spoke so bluntly that he could practically drive someone mad.
Still, I knew he meant no harm. He simply liked joking around.
Once, that fellow Chen Xiaojun actually laughed at me, saying that competing with Xiao Yi in Soul Power was just asking for a beating.
He told me that Xiao Yi's Soul Power reserves were the greatest among everyone her age, without exception.
I could tell that he spoke those words with a trace