Oh, so that was it. That huge boulder only blocked the villagers' road into town.
"It really is True Person Chen Zui! Look, he's changed back! So he recovered his true self?"
"Who knows? It feels like he only returned to his original appearance after losing his identity, so... being a native should come with some other benefit, right? Otherwise, it would be far too unfair."
After all, one side could be themselves the moment they arrived, while the other had to play someone else and break through the shackles of an identity before they could reclaim themselves. No matter how one looked at it, the scales were tipped far too heavily.
And Bitter Crossing Temple would never create a secret realm with such an obvious imbalance.
"This is getting more and more interesting. I suddenly really regret not trying harder to enter the arena tournament. Otherwise, I could have gone in too..."
"Is this something you can get into just by regretting it? Wake up, it's still broad daylight."
"Hey, True Person Chen Zui is entering town. If he goes in now, won't he happen to run into the Little Martial Granduncle interrogating Blue-Faced Fangs?"
"...Seems so."
There had been around thirty Blue-Faced Fangs that attacked the inn. Excluding those too badly damaged, four or five could still move. Though everyone had lost their spiritual power, they could use simple earth force and the power of the five elements to temporarily trap these things, whose strength had nearly been worn away, for two days.
Wen Xu's face was still quite well known. He wanted to interrogate them, and even if everyone thought it unnecessary, no one would slight him by refusing.
Thus, the next day, Wen Xu drew over a Blue-Faced Fangs corpse and prepared to question it thoroughly.