Watching Chen Xiaojun's figure recede into the distance, Chen Yu and Chen Cong fell into thought.
Chen Yu's brow was tightly furrowed, as though he were struggling to work something out, while Chen Cong's eyes shone, as though he were probing some unknown mystery.
"Yesterday, you gave Little Xiaojun a warning, and now you've given him the right to attend council meetings. Brother, have you decided? To make Xiaojun the first in line to succeed as the clan's forty-seventh-generation leader?" Chen Cong asked Chen Yu slowly.
Chen Yu nodded and replied, "More or less."
Chen Cong frowned slightly and said with concern, "There will be some resistance."
Chen Yu sighed and admitted, "Yes. After all, he's one Seven Kill Sword short."
As the Chen Clan's hereditary Martial Soul, the Seven Kill Sword had always been regarded as the symbol of its successor. After all, every Clan Chief had possessed the Seven-Kill Sword Martial Soul.
Although Chen Xiaojun was extraordinarily gifted, he did not possess this Martial Soul. That would undoubtedly give some people grounds to question his right to succeed.
However, Chen Cong continued, "Still, as Xiaojun contributes more and more to the clan, benefiting everyone, I imagine it will eventually be like fine rain nourishing all things in silence. And I believe his achievements will absolutely reach the same heights as Ancestor Xi Li's."
Chen Yu was silent for a while before speaking slowly. "A Peerless Douluo..."
That title represented the highest honor and strength on the Douluo Continent. Chen Xili, the ancestor who had restored the clan's fortunes, had been the first member of the Chen Clan to reach that pinnacle.
Back then, it had also been because Chen Xili's potential became increasingly apparent to the clan's elders that they decided to make an exception and let him