Chen Mu gave a derisive laugh. "Had fun killing that Wolf Bandits Priest, did you?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Quite a bit. But if he really died, that would give me a real sense of accomplishment."
Surprise flashed through Chen Mu's eyes before he regained his composure. "Well, look at you. You actually refined two intents to the level of conceptions. Seems I still underestimated you."
Chen Xiaojun chuckled softly and praised him. "Sharp eyes. You even spotted that."
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and snapped, "Are you the idiot, or do you take us for idiots?"
Chen Xiaojun laughed, then put on a perfectly serious expression. "No, just you."
Momentarily stifled, Chen Mu took a deep swig of Bing Huo in Two Heavens. As the liquor slid down his throat, intertwined currents of heat and cold burst across his taste buds.
Chen Xiaojun suddenly let out an "Oh!" and asked a little apprehensively, "Do you think using those two conception-level ultimate moves exposed my peerless talent?"
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and snorted irritably.
"Now you're scared? If you knew you'd regret it, why act so rashly in the first place?"
"Still, this situation really was tricky. Not many people could recognize those two moves of yours."
"Besides our clan members, there were only Ma Liang, Ma Wencai, Gao Cuilan, and that Five-Person Group."
"Even if they saw them, most wouldn't necessarily recognize them as conception-level ultimate moves. They'd more likely take them for intents. After all, they've never witnessed a Titled Douluo's might."
At this point, Chen Mu's expression grew serious. "I'm not particularly worried about the others. Ma Liang alone might be an exception."
"But the Ma Family has grown increasingly close to our Chen Clan these past few years. Everyone can see that."