As Chen Xiaojun walked slowly down from the summit, he saw Ma Zhibin leaning against a towering ancient tree, a jar of fifth-grade Wine Reishi Wine clutched in his hand. He tipped his head back and drank deeply, cutting quite a bold figure.
"Uncle Ma, were you waiting here especially for me?" Chen Xiaojun asked softly, his tone carrying a measure of respect.
Ma Zhibin wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth and grinned. "Of course."
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly. "Then what important business brings you here, Uncle?"
Ma Zhibin walked over and spoke with cheerful irreverence. "Haha, naturally, I came to thank you."
"Xiao San and Wencai told me everything. You actually gave Wencai that complementary pair of thirty-thousand-year Blazing-Wing Spirit Luan arm soul bones."
"And from what they described, those two soul skills are exceptional. They'll give Wencai's fighting strength a tremendous boost."
"Their value far exceeds that of fifty-thousand-year soul bones. They're comparable to seventy-thousand-year soul bones. Even I would struggle to find treasures like those."
Chen Xiaojun smiled modestly. "Everyone was simply yielding to one another. They felt those soul bones wouldn't be of much use to them."
Ma Zhibin shook his head and snorted, his expression plainly saying, Stop trying to fool me. "Do you believe that yourself?"
"Chen Mu and the other two are one thing, but the others? Wencai isn't related to them in any way. Would they really give up such rare treasures so easily?"
"How could they, unless they were doing it out of respect for you? Your old uncle still has that much discernment."
At a loss for words, Chen Xiaojun fell silent.
Ma Zhibin looked up at the sky, recalling the past. "I remember that three years ago, after Wencai's first soul ring mutated, you said there