As morning light spilled across the blue stone slab, Ye Fan stood in the center of the artifact-refining competition venue, his gaze sweeping over the newly erected notice board. The six ink characters reading "Defensive Magical Treasure Refining" had their corners fluttered by the wind, and his fingertips gently tapped the Jiuxiao Huanpei at his waist—the green bamboo inside his Inner World was unfurling fresh leaves, wrapping the half-piece Jiu jade pendant within its bamboo shadows as if gnawing away the vicious poison on his behalf.
"What is Young Master Ye planning to refine today?" Manager Sun's voice squeezed in from behind, carrying a sticky, greasy heat.
Ye Fan sidestepped slightly, avoiding the corpulent shoulder rubbing against him, and caught out of the corner of his eye that several contestants still had their hands pressed against their waists—bulging menacingly. Were those poison-quenched short blades, or metal-shattering golden sand? When he had been backstabbed with Bone-Corroding Powder in his past life, his opponents had smiled with hidden fangs in this exact same manner.
Chapter 125