“Has Second Young Master found Chen Ji yet?”
“No.”
“Did Second Young Master capture that Pao Ge under Chen Ji?”
“Captured him.”
“Did they get anything out of the interrogation?”
“No.”
Inside the Wen Dan Hall, Elder Chen sat silently, his eyes half-lowered in thought.
Chen Xu stood beside him with his hands by his sides.
So many days had passed, and all the schemers in the capital were waiting for Chen Ji to show up.
But the man himself was nowhere to be found; even after one of his Pao Ge was captured, he seemed indifferent to it.
Suddenly, Elder Chen chuckled.
Chen Xu looked surprised. “Master, why do you laugh?”
Elder Chen smiled and said, “I laugh because the proud first-born of the Chen family’s second branch is about to have his ship sunk by an insignificant illegitimate son... The Second Young Master is too arrogant, arrogant enough to believe Chen Ji can’t do anything to him. But as they say, virtue moves heaven and reaches far, pride invites loss, and humility receives benefits. That is the way of Heaven.”