In the Shui family's front courtyard.
A gentle breeze blew past, causing a rustle among the leaves.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still. Everyone's gaze was fixed on Ye Chenfeng, the lad holding a piece of rusty scrap metal.
The sect masters of the surrounding major sects voraciously swallowed their saliva, their facial muscles twitching involuntarily.
Shui Hongfu, the old patriarch of the Shuis, was on the verge of having his eyeballs bulge from his sockets. Everything had exceeded his initial expectations. Wasn't it said that Ye Chenfeng was just a Creation Realm initial stage kid? This time, Ye Chenfeng came to Tianyun City again; in Shui Hongfu's view, even though Ye Chenfeng had advanced to Creation Realm second heavenly layer initial stage, he still didn't take Ye Chenfeng too seriously.
