The next day, at 10 a.m.
Sword Forging Square.
Ren Feifan almost overslept again, but fortunately, the ascetic without desire woke him up in advance.
The two hurried to the Sword Forging Square.
As soon as Ren Feifan arrived at the competition area, he saw that everyone was already standing, and all eyes uniformly landed on him.
If looks could kill, the crowd would have left Ren Feifan riddled with a thousand holes.
Ren Feifan noticed that besides Elder Qiu's gaze being particularly intense, there was another gaze that was just as formidable.
It was Duan Qintian from the first forging furnace.
Ren Feifan couldn't help feeling strange, as he had not offended the man, so why should he harbor such strong killing intent towards him?
It was clear he couldn't wait to see him dead.
Moreover, there was a deep disdain in his eyes, as if a hunter was looking at his prey.
Ren Feifan kept a vigilant mind and returned to his spot.