Chen Xiaojun strolled down Blueheart Mountain, a gentle breeze brushing his sleeves as his gaze wandered over the surrounding scenery.
When he passed the spacious Practice Ground beside the Ancestral Hall, he could not help stopping.
Four boys were sweating away on the grounds. Two were locked in a fierce swordsmanship match, while the other two stood to one side, watching intently.
As he approached the Practice Ground, his footsteps made a faint scuffing sound against the hard ground.
That tiny sound immediately caught one boy's attention. Bright as sunshine, the boy turned around at once, a spark of delighted surprise flashing in his eyes as he shouted, "Sixth Brother!"
At this, the other boy, who had been watching the match intently, also turned his head.
He seemed reserved and gentle, with an honest smile on his face as he called warmly, "Xiaojun."
A warm smile flickered in Chen Xiaojun's eyes.
The sunny boy was Chen Shihua's grandson, Chen Shurui, who ranked eighth among the children of the clan-the child who had once been abducted by Xuan Ye Pavilion.
A year ago, he had returned to Chenlin Village with his mother, Chen Surong, coming back to this place that was both "familiar" and strange to him.
After all, raising a child at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well had its inconveniences.
The other boy was Chen Bin, the seventh, grandson of Chen Wenchao and son of Chen Wu and Mu Wenxiang.
Since they were the same age, the two had been close since childhood. Chen Xiaojun had always known that beneath this boy's appearance lay a sly heart, with hidden depths and wit.
As Chen Mu had put it, "Don't be fooled by how honest and frail he looks. This little devil is wicked, and he keeps all his