Chen Wen smiled and said, "My talent is indeed decent, but before overwhelming strength, talent isn't worth a single coin."
"Haha, interesting. Too interesting."
The figure immediately burst out laughing.
Having lived for so many years, how could he not understand what Chen Wen meant?
But for such a young man to see life so clearly truly was remarkable.
Very soon, he drew in his smile, then said, "This Seat has nothing left here to give you."
"What are your plans next? Continue cultivating here, or leave?"
Chen Wen thought for a moment, then said, "I'll leave."
For him, there were only a dozen or so days left before the Selection Tournament ended.
He had to seize the time to improve a little more.
Being able to fight those on the disciples' rankings had never been his goal.
What he wanted was to contend with those monsters, and then gain the chance to enter the Inner City.
Only then could he fulfill his agreement with that old man.
Of course, he still had the Inheritance Token to hand over to the people of the Beichen Clan.
His principle in life was that unless he had not agreed to something, he had to do everything in his power to accomplish it.
"Very well. Then it shall be as you wish."
After the figure answered, he waved his great hand.
A twisted vortex appeared ahead, and stabilized at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
And this was precisely the exit.
When Chen Wen saw it, his eyes could not help lighting up.
Only then did he bow slightly toward the figure. "Thank you for your gift, senior. I will never forget it as long as I live."
"And please rest assured, I will definitely do everything I can to deliver the