Ren Feifan returned to his seat.
He could clearly sense the eyes around him.
Some were cautious.
Some were in awe.
Some were fearful.
Some were jealous.
Yu Feng, sitting behind him, had a rather gloomy expression on his face, a cold glint in his eyes, and his fists were clenched.
He had thought that Ren Feifan had just happened to save Elder Ye out of a fortunate coincidence, but he would never have expected that his acupuncture skills were so divine!
It was terrifying!
Why!
Why was it this guy who has such a needle method, and not himself?
Ren Feifan's Spiritual Sense naturally scanned Yu Feng behind him, but he didn't care. A mere jester could not cause any waves.
The urgent matter was to find a way to get the Immortal Rhyme.
However, there were too many programs in this charity dinner, half an hour had passed, and there was no sign of it starting yet.
Ren Feifan was getting a bit impatient.