As it turned out, things were truly like this.
Chen Wen took a subconscious, deep breath, and a wave of sudden realization flashed through his heart.
"Actually, those strands of spirit mist you saw are simply a barrier. The Inner City might seem close enough to touch, yet it is worlds apart."
Murong Qingxian spoke once again.
Chen Wen nodded. "Actually, I had already guessed as much."
Murong Qingxian said leisurely, "That is true. You are a grandmaster of formations after all; how could you possibly fail to notice even something like this?"
"This Inner City gives people a very peculiar feeling. I finally understand why so many people break their heads and spill blood, all wanting to enter the Inner City."
Chen Wen spoke again.
Murong Qingxian nodded. "In truth, my understanding of the Inner City is also limited strictly to the information circulating outside."
"However, you should know as well that any information you are able to find out is already something others wanted you to know."
"Then, how much do you understand about the Zhentian War God?"
Chen Wen thought for a moment, then asked about what was on his mind.
Naturally, this was also limited to testing the waters.
After all, once he entered the Inner City, he still needed to fulfill a promise.
He had to hand the War God Token over to the descendants of the Beichen Clan.
Right now, he could actually probe Murong Qingxian for some news.
He believed that given their relationship, Murong Qingxian would probably not lie to him.
Murong Qingxian glanced at Chen Wen. "Why have you suddenly grown so curious about this matter?"
Chen Wen had long since prepared an excuse. "We both entered the Zhentian War God Hall; I won't conceal from you that I also gained