They chatted idly while Xiao Yi's thoughts drifted away, returning to an afternoon not long ago.
In the study of the Chen Clan Villa, antique wooden bookshelves and an agarwood desk lent the room an air of quiet elegance.
Sunlight slanted across the desktop, dancing with the dust and bringing a touch of life to the study.
Chen Cong sat behind the desk, holding a freshly brewed cup of Fragrant Snow Spirit Tea. Wisps of its fragrance rose to mingle with the scent of ink.
He gently blew across the steaming cup, took a sip, and nodded slightly, seemingly savoring the peace.
Chen Xiaojun stood opposite Chen Cong, occasionally glancing out the window. Sunlight fell on his handsome face, making him look especially radiant.
He asked respectfully, "Second Granduncle, did you want to see Xiao Yi and me about something?"
Xiao Yi sat to one side with a delicate piece of osmanthus cake in her hand. She took a small bite, looking thoroughly content, and occasionally glanced up at Chen Cong and Chen Xiaojun.
Chen Cong set down his teacup, his expression growing serious.
He took a deep breath and slowly began, "Xiaojun, your Sword God Pearls martial soul is immensely powerful, and its soul skills are fierce and domineering beyond compare, unfathomable even to gods and ghosts. But remember, you must never lose yourself in them."
His words carried both admonition and expectation. His deep, powerful voice echoed through every corner of the study like a great bell ringing in the mountains.
Chen Cong rose and walked over to Chen Xiaojun with his hands behind his back. He paused, his gaze heavy as he looked Chen Xiaojun straight in the eye. "Our Chen Clan's thousand-year reputation as the foremost family has never rested on soul ring skills, but on