Along the way, quite a few disciples cast sidelong glances at him.
At this moment, their faces were filled with all manner of complicated expressions.
What had happened four days ago had made Chen Wen completely famous throughout the Outer Ruins.
It could be said that there was not a single person in the entire Outer Ruins who did not know Chen Wen.
Of course, among those who knew him, there was admiration, but there was also no small amount of jealousy.
After all, having their heads trampled beneath the feet of a new disciple was not something anyone would be happy about.
Yet few dared to show that jealousy and resentment.
It could be said that among the veteran disciples of the Outer Ruins, few remained who could match Chen Wen.
Those who believed they could suppress Chen Wen would not be foolish enough to take the initiative and provoke him.
Thus, no matter how much they disliked Chen Wen, they had no choice but to swallow it.
Chen Wen had no intention of paying any attention to those strange looks.
"Come here."
When he arrived outside the betting station at the Grand Arena and found that Yan Yang was not there, Chen Wen nodded toward a man nearby.
"M-Me?"
The man's entire body jolted as he pointed at himself.
Clearly, he had not expected that merely stopping to watch the excitement would get him singled out by Chen Wen.
In an instant, his back was drenched in sweat.
Although he was a veteran disciple, Chen Wen was someone he both dreaded and feared.
"Yes, you." Chen Wen nodded.
The man drew a deep breath, then finally walked over trembling.
"What's your name?" Chen Wen asked.
"Li Feng," the man answered in a trembling voice.
Chen Wen nodded. "Then