Chen Jianjun looked around, his tone turning serious. "Fortunately, plenty of people still don't know your real age, Xiaojun. Otherwise, your ranking might be even higher."
"But that will only last another year or two. Once they measure your bone age when you enroll, you won't be able to hide it anymore."
Chen Mu turned to Chen Xiaojun and said, "Don't think our assault on the Heavenly Wolf Sect over the attempt on your life was anything unusual. Every year, assassination attempts and protection efforts revolving around this ranking crop up endlessly."
"We made such a huge move this time not only to seek justice for you and Xiao Yi, but also to establish our might and protect those three."
Chen Feng nodded and added, "What can we do? Our clan has so many people on the ranking. Wuneng might even make it someday."
Hearing that, Zhu Wuneng hurriedly waved his hands, an awkward smile appearing on his face. "I don't have that kind of ability."
Chen Jianjun abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze resolute, and said gravely, "Not just Wuneng. Thanks to those precious medicinal herbs, many of you actually have what it takes to make the ranking."
Chen Feng waved a hand and smiled. "Third Brother, you're getting ahead of yourself."
"Those of us who have only just crossed the threshold of innate level eight are like crucian carp swarming across a river on this continent-too many to count. We're still miles behind the experts on the Heavenly Prodigy Ranking. How could we dare dream of making it?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled. "You're just afraid of getting slaughtered like a pig."
Chen Feng grinned. "Of course. What a nuisance that would be."
Chen Xiaojun didn't know what the others were thinking, but Chen Feng knew how to hide his