Chen Xun said no more. He stepped forward first, leading Si Baining, Si Baining, Yang Ruxue, Yang Bu'er, Ma Tianyang, and Ma Rulong deeper into the hall.
Xi Li Rufeng, Shan Ao, Song Tianya, and the other Chen Clan elders tacitly slowed their steps, following silently behind.
As they passed through layer upon layer of heavy curtains and stone pillars carved with ancient sword patterns, an indescribable aura, mingling tremendous energy with something ancient and accumulated, grew increasingly distinct.
Chen Xun explained, "This is the heart of our Chen Clan's most important grounds. Not only is it where Great-Uncle Rufeng, Great-Uncle Shan Ao, and the others stand guard and cultivate in seclusion, but the key to our Chen Clan's ability to help people break through to Titled Douluo lies right behind this door."
At last, the group stopped before an enormous doorway.
An old man stood solemnly before the heavy iron gate. It was Zhu Jiazhen.
Seeing Chen Xun arrive, he bowed slightly. "Clan Chief, everything is ready. We can begin."
"Thank you for your efforts, Grandpa Jiazhen." Chen Xun nodded in acknowledgment.
He then turned toward Si Baining, Yang Bu'er, and Ma Tianyang behind him and bowed once more. "Sorry for the trouble, you three. Please wait here for good news."
Si Baining drew a deep breath. The slightly cool morning air, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, filled his lungs, seeming to still the surging waves within him.
His gaze swept toward his younger sister Si Baining nearby, and she nodded firmly.
On the other side, Yang Bu'er likewise clenched his fists, his gaze burning as he looked at his uncle, Yang Ruxue.
Ma Tianyang stepped back a few paces to stand with the Chen Clan elders, his expression solemn.
Under everyone's breathless gaze, Chen Xun hesitated