Children spoke without restraint, so no one took Zi Yan's words seriously. The women chatted for more than two hours before heading to another mountaintop to rejoin the group.
After all that time, Chen Cang and the others could hardly have remained hanging in midair with the wind blowing over them. They had long since landed to wait.
"Brother Chen Cang and Elder Lin seem to be getting along quite well."
Their occasional laughter could be heard from afar, much to Xun'er's delight. When she had sent word back this time, she had specifically asked them not to send any of the clan's younger generation. Seeing this now, it had indeed been a wise decision.
Otherwise, it would have been fortunate enough if they had not come to blows. Things could never have been this harmonious.
"Young friend Chen Cang has exceptional insight. Even I must admit that some of his unique perspectives surpass my own. Congratulations, miss. I'm sure the Clan Leader will be extremely pleased when he meets him one day," Elder Lin replied with a chuckle.
He was not merely being modest. His lively conversation with Chen Cang had genuinely left him deeply impressed.
The lad was so young, yet his knowledge was no less extensive than that of a Dou Zun like himself, who hailed from an Ancient Race. It sounded unbelievable, but it was the truth.
What he did not know was that, in this regard, let alone himself, even Gu Yuan might not know more than Chen Cang. The accumulated memories of countless people could never be measured by ordinary standards.
At Elder Lin's praise, a blush spread over Xun'er's face. Along with her slight shyness came immense pride.
Seeing how much more comfortable the three women had become with one another, Chen Cang