Chen Xiaogu nodded: "I've decided to join our mercenary group!"

"Good, good, good!" Chen Yunxiang said three times.

For a small mercenary group, the addition of Chen Xiaogu, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, is like adding wings to a tiger.

A warm smile spread across his face as he said, "You've come at the perfect time. We're having a discussion here. Why don't you come with me and listen in?"

Chen Xiaogu did not refuse and followed Chen Yunxiang inside.

The two walked to the reception room.

To Chen Xiaogu's surprise, there were quite a few people sitting in the reception room.

"Come, come, let me introduce you all. This is Chen Xiaogu, who is of the same generation as me. He fled from Qingzhou and is currently temporarily affiliated with our family."

Chen Yunxiang introduced himself to the crowd.

"Chen Xiaogu from the desolate city greets everyone." Chen Xiaogu respectfully cupped his hands to the crowd.

“These are all our family members,” Chen Yunxiang introduced.

Seated in the main seat was a very kind old matriarch, radiating the aura of a golden elixir.

She waved her hand and said, "Now that we're at the Chen family's, we're all family. Please sit down."

Although Chen Xiaogu was puzzled, he still followed Chen Yunxiang and found a seat to sit down.

"A lot of big things have happened recently. We just received the news, so you should listen to it."

Chen Yunxiang secretly transmitted his voice to Chen Xiaogu.

Because Fengshan City is located in the mountains, there are few caravans traveling there, and news is not easily disseminated.

Therefore, many important matters could only be learned by sending people out to inquire.

At this moment, Old Madam Chen, who was in the main seat, waved her hand and said, "Continue."

As soon as the voice fell, a young man of a short age stepped forward.