"Let me put it this way: not long ago, people from the Mandate Temple went in."
The man drew a deep breath before speaking. "Although that person didn't say anything, who knows whether he truly allows outsiders to enter?"
"It would be fine if we didn't run into anyone. But if we do, we'll definitely die."
"Don't say I'm trying to scare you. The Mandate Temple's people are famously arrogant, always thinking themselves superior."
"At heart, they simply look down on those of us from the Eight Territories."
So that was it.
No wonder so many people had been blocking this place.
Chen Wen smiled and said, "Alright, I understand. Thank you for the warning, fellow cultivator."
The man froze slightly. "You're still planning to go in?"
Chen Wen nodded. "I'll go in and take a look. Those of us from the Eight Territories may not necessarily be beneath anyone."
"Just a month ago, someone named Chen Wen nearly killed an elder of the Mandate Temple."
"So the Mandate Temple is only good at using its name to scare people. In truth, it's nothing much."
The man's pupils contracted slightly. "You said it yourself—that was Chen Wen, the famous Blood-Faced Madman."
"How many Chen Wens are there in this world? Don't tell me you think you're stronger than Chen Wen."
Heh, it seems my reputation among the Inner City disciples is quite good.
This time, I failed to beat the Mandate Temple's people into submission, but I did beat the Inner City disciples into submission.
Interesting.
Chen Wen took a deep breath and said, "I'm not Chen Wen, but I'm not afraid of the Mandate Temple either."
"You... fine. I've said all I needed to say. What you do next is entirely up to you."
Seeing that Chen Wen had