"This junior, Chen Wen, greets the Immortal Chief Steward."
Only when he came within ten feet of Xian Wubei did Chen Wen stop and perform a cupped-fist salute.
"Mhm." Xian Wubei nodded.
Chen Wen drew a deep breath before saying, "Now that this junior has won first place, may I ask how I am to claim the reward?"
Damn... badass.
The crowd no longer knew how to describe what they were feeling.
In such circumstances, perhaps Chen Wen was the only one who would dare take the initiative to ask for his reward.
Other than saying he was badass, they had no idea what else to say.
If they had been in his shoes, they definitely would not have had such courage.
Xian Wubei said blandly, "You think you are qualified?"
By the end, his voice had turned cold, and a terrifying aura bore down upon Chen Wen.
Without the slightest hint of cowardice, Chen Wen said solemnly, "The process has been fair. I, Chen Wen, neither stole nor robbed. Why would I not be qualified?"
"Are you sure?" Xian Wubei's voice turned cold once more, and his pressure was no longer concealed.
The temperature around them gradually turned icy, sending chills straight down everyone's spine.
Gulp.
The crowd could not help swallowing, their expressions shifting slightly.
They did not know what Chen Wen was feeling, but they themselves were already beginning to suffocate.
"I am sure." Chen Wen slowly straightened his body and stared directly at Xian Wubei.
"Hahaha! They say heroes emerge from the young. Today, this old man has truly seen it for himself."
Xian Wubei completely changed his bearing and burst into hearty laughter.
Uh, what was this? A test?
The crowd was stunned for a moment, but they also began to understand what had happened.