Chen Cong said gravely to Zhu Hefeng, "I know, but we have to guard against every eventuality. Although the Crimson Church hasn't officially emerged yet, we can't let our guard down. Still, I've already discussed the situation here with my elder brother."
Zhu Hefeng nodded at his words and was about to speak when footsteps sounded at the door.
A young man of around thirty walked in. He was Zhu Shiqing of the Phoenix-Tail Flower Zhu Family, a Soul Master whose Cultivation Level was that of a Soul King, who had once fought alongside Chen Zhang to intercept the Gale Wolf Pack at Clear Grass Stream.
Zhu Shiqing approached them and said respectfully, "Honored guests, Young Master Xiaojun, Uncle Yan Feng sent me to check your injuries. Hot water is ready as well, so you can wash and change. Please follow me."
"Shi Qing, examine Little Xiaojun carefully." Chen Cong turned toward Chen Xiaojun, his brow slightly furrowed. "Every time, you push yourself to unleash power beyond your rank. From now on, use those combinations of your Third Soul Skill and your other Soul Skills less often. Did the battle really demand that you stake your life like that? It was the same in Vast Sea City! Do you think you're the savior of the world? Think it over properly!"
Chen Cong's voice grew sharper as he went on! He knew that despite the boy's young age, he was bright and quick-witted, with extraordinary talent and potential.
Yet he always left everyone trembling with fear on the battlefield, never giving them a moment's peace. A swordsman should remain calm and composed, but both times Chen Cong had taken the field, it had been to save Chen Xiaojun.
Chen Xiaojun scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. "Second Granduncle, it was my