Only after Chen Wen and the others had left did Donghuang Dixiao speak. "The Heavenly Mandate Selection will be held another day. Sorry for making you all come out here for nothing."
"If you have no other business, we won't keep you at the Mandate Temple any longer."
At those words, something flickered in everyone's eyes.
He was showing them the door.
The guests did not insist on staying. They rose one after another and bowed to Donghuang Dixiao.
A moment later, they left the Grand Arena in succession.
Before long, only Taishang Mingyue and the dozen or so other young people who had come for the Heavenly Mandate Selection remained.
Donghuang Dixiao took a deep breath before speaking. "Since the Heavenly Mandate Selection has been postponed, you have two choices."
"First, you may stay at the Mandate Temple for now. Anyone who performs exceptionally well may be admitted early."
"Even if you aren't admitted early, you will still have a chance to take part in the Heavenly Mandate Selection."
"Second, you may leave now and decide whether to participate when the Heavenly Mandate Selection resumes."
At those words, the young disciples could not help exchanging glances.
They could all see the complicated emotions in one another's eyes.
To be honest, today's events had shaken them deeply.
They did not deny that the Mandate Temple was powerful, but whether it was righteous was another question.
Donghuang Dixiao took it all in, his gaze involuntarily turning a shade colder.
These young people's hesitation was no different from slapping the Mandate Temple in the face.
Before this, when had anyone ever been in a position to pick and choose whether to join the Mandate Temple?
Hadn't they always been the ones choosing others?
Yet now, this ridiculous scene had actually unfolded.
And