"A Xun-" Ma Tianyang took a deep breath, suppressed his surging thoughts, and said solemnly, "Leave this to the Ma Family! We'll make sure this wind blows through every corner of Soul Fighting City! When do we begin?"
"The sooner, the better." A keen gleam lay deep within Chen Xun's eyes.
"Good!" Ma Tianyang agreed emphatically without another word.
He understood perfectly well that Chen Xun's choice of the Ma Family as the "wind medium" for this news was itself a signal of trust and closeness.
It would be awkward for the Chen Clan to say such things themselves. The Ximen Family or Yang Family could do it, but they were, after all, among the Three Great Families.
Besides, having them announce this price of fifteen million would ultimately not be as effective as having the Ma Family do it. And Rulong had just broken through-there was a ready example.
Take the initiative to stir this vast pool that is Soul Fighting City's system, and whip up a towering whirlpool-
Chen Xun silently recited this to himself. It was both a reluctant response to the difficulty of keeping the secret for long and, moreover, the outcome of the previous meeting he had personally chaired,
the crucial strategic step finally settled upon after repeated simulations and careful deliberation at the Twelve-Department Ministerial Joint Conference!
That joint conference, held in the Ancestral Hall, had lasted three days and three nights. Its core purpose was to anchor the course of the Chen Clan's development over the next few years, responding to the increasingly treacherous situation and the pressure brought by the Crimson Church.
One item on the agenda had been how to position the Ma Family, what strategy to adopt, and what arrangements to make.
At the time, the Ma Family's overtures had