The crowd dispersed, and the clamor gradually settled into silence, leaving only dappled light and shadow on the ground and lingering warmth in the air.
Chen Cong and Chen Xiaojun stood beside the window in the now-empty room.
Chen Cong frowned slightly and asked with concern, "How are your injuries?"
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Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and answered lightly, "Not bad. The Purple Jade Mandala Incense really works well. It does wonders for restoring my upper soul nest and mental power."
At that, a complicated smile tugged at Chen Cong's lips. "Honestly, how do you always run into such incredible things? You leave everyone trembling with fear every time."
"You're so young, yet you've already nearly died twice."
Chen Xiaojun shrugged, looking utterly innocent. "I'm just as baffled."
"Sometimes I really wonder whether fate has taken a special liking to me, always letting me circle the brink of life and death over and over."
Chen Cong shook his head with a teasing smile. "Baffled? I think you're reaping the benefits and still playing innocent. How many people dream of opportunities like these without ever finding them?"
Chen Xiaojun chuckled, a sly gleam in his eyes. "Second Granduncle, the price is steep, too."
"Look, I've used Purple Jade Mandala Incense for six months, and the damage to my upper soul nest still hasn't fully healed. I still feel drowsy from time to time."
Chen Cong smiled calmly at his words. "Heh, you little rascal."
"But you have a point. Recovery may be slow, but every step is solid."
"The Zhong Family's Jiayin Dream-Returning Pills are indeed precious, and there aren't many of them. If we had more, you'd certainly recover faster. The cracks in your upper soul nest's walls could heal sooner, restoring your strength completely."
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