"I don't care what you want to do, but recover first."
As he spoke, Chen Wudi shifted the subject. "But there's no need to rush into action either. Let the winds outside blow for a while first."
Chen Wen immediately understood what his elder brother meant. "Understood. There's no hurry anyway."
"That's more like it."
Chen Wudi spoke approvingly.
Chen Wen thought for a moment, then asked, "Right, what's the relationship between the Thatched Cottage and the Mandate Temple? What grudge do they have?"
Chen Wudi hid nothing and explained everything he knew about their relationship.
So that was it.
Something stirred in Chen Wen's heart.
The founders of the Thatched Cottage and the Mandate Temple were said to have been fellow disciples.
It was a melodramatic tale, really. One believed that only those blessed by the heavenly mandate could reach the pinnacle of the world.
The other believed that people were neither noble nor lowly by nature, and cultivators likewise had no inherent superiority or inferiority.
With a heart devoted to the Dao, even a mortal could defy the heavens.
At first, theirs had been no more than a dispute over the Great Dao, but later it became a struggle for power and resources.
That, however, was not the source of the grudge between the Mandate Temple and the Thatched Cottage. The true cause was the death of the Thatched Cottage's founder.
Rumor had it that he had died at the hands of the Mandate Temple's founder, and this had later been confirmed.
From then on, the two powers became mortal enemies.
As more and more people died, their hatred only grew deeper.
One point shocked Chen Wen, though. His elder brother had specifically mentioned that the Mandate Temple's founder might still be alive.
Or perhaps he had left