Identity? Someone they hated?
What did that mean?
He had an identity, and they hated him. What else could he be? Obviously, he was an Outsider.
The people present weren't fools. The meaning behind those words was already plain as day: they were saying Chen Changan was an Outsider too.
But...
Everyone looked at Chen Changan. Plenty of people had suspected as much ever since he took part in the Cultivation Ranking.
After all, it was too much of a coincidence. Two people and a dog had all been cultivating for twenty-three years. That fit the profile of Outsiders.
But no matter how they looked at it, Chen Changan had no connection to the Outsiders. He didn't even bear their mark.
Most importantly, if Chen Changan was an Outsider, why would he have clashed with the Outsider Alliance?
The Outsider Alliance existed to protect Outsiders and stand against natives like them.
If Chen Changan was an Outsider, wasn't he one of their own?
Or were they trying to drive a wedge between them?
Seeing the crowd's reaction, the Outsiders looked smug. They believed that as long as they planted a seed of doubt, it wouldn't matter if Chen Changan kept hiding his identity as an Outsider. The others would still grow wary of him.
"Do you take us for idiots?"
"Master Chen is an Outsider? Come on, tell me, what the hell about him looks like an Outsider?"
"What, you couldn't win him over, so now you're slandering him? Just tell me, is there something wrong with us disliking you Outsiders? Look at the petty crap you're pulling."
"Exactly. If Chen Changan is an Outsider, then what you're doing now is pure selfishness. He didn't give you what you wanted, so you sold him out."
"If he isn't an Outsider,