The newcomer wore an azure Sword Robe, its skirts fluttering as though he were an immortal. It was Chen Yu.
Chen Cong glanced over and called out, "Brother! You're here!"
Chen Xiaojun also rose in delighted surprise and walked toward Chen Yu, his face beaming. "Grandpa, what brings you here?"
Chen Yu entered the courtyard, his gaze moving first between Chen Xiaojun and Chen Cong.
Then he chuckled. "I received a message from your Second Granduncle. When I heard something had happened here, I hurried over. What were you discussing just now? Why not let this old man listen too?"
Chen Cong rolled his eyes helplessly, turned to Chen Xiaojun, and muttered, "Your grandpa always likes listening through walls."
Chen Yu: "..."
The three sat together, and Chen Xiaojun and Chen Cong gave Chen Yu a detailed account of recent events, along with their earlier discussion and conjectures about distributing the immortal herbs.
Chen Cong's eyes burned with inquisitive fervor as he asked softly, "Brother, what insights do you have regarding Xiaojun's choices and conjectures about the immortal herbs?"
Chen Yu slowly stood. With his hands clasped behind his back, he paced steadily through the tranquil courtyard, his footsteps clicking against the bluestone paving. He was clearly weighing the matter carefully.
"Immortal herbs may be excellent, but they don't suit everyone," Chen Yu replied calmly.
As the family's helmsman and elder, he knew that choosing immortal herbs concerned not only an individual's cultivation speed and foundation as a Soul Master, but also the family's overall strength and future development.
At last, he stopped and said solemnly, "Xiaojun, I agree wholeheartedly with your views. We old men will likewise carefully weigh the benefits and drawbacks according to each person's circumstances, ensuring that the immortal herbs yield the greatest possible benefit."