In a quiet corner where they were resting, Chen Xiaojun frowned at Chen Jianjun, his voice mingling reproach with concern. "Brother, I told you to be careful. You're only a level 44 Soul Ancestor, yet you charged ahead so fast. What were you thinking?"
"If Mother hadn't reacted quickly, you'd have suffered more than a few scratches. Don't be so reckless next time."
Chen Jianjun forced an awkward smile. Rubbing his injured arm, he hissed in pain and replied, "All right, all right. I understand."
"Actually, apart from that time the Wolf Bandits attacked the village, this was my first time in such a large-scale melee. I really did get a little flustered."
Beside them, Chen Mu curled his lip. He knew Chen Cong had criticized Chen Xiaojun's lone-hero antics several times. Now that someone else was in the hot seat, Chen Xiaojun was suddenly fighting with his mouth.
Chen Xiaojun sighed helplessly. "As long as you understand. Is everyone else all right?"
Chen Feng walked over and answered, "Except for Xuan Bing and Fei Xiang, who are still playing 'whack-a-mole' down the mountain, everyone's here."
Chen Xiaojun looked around at his companions, who had all been mere Soul Elders during the Clan Tournament four years ago, and marveled, "Four years apart, and you've all become Soul Ancestors."
Cheng Tai grinned proudly. "It's all thanks to the clan. Our resources have increased enormously these past few years, and we've had high-grade spiritual herbs to help us, too. Take me, for example. Four years ago, I was only level 31. Now I'm level 42."
Ma Wenyu added excitedly, "Yes, and we also have the young matriarch to thank for carefully selecting high-grade spiritual herbs for us. They not only raised my level by two or three in one go, but also