Countless gazes fell upon Ye Xiwen. Though they might not have paid him much attention, with their formidable strength, each gaze was like a blade trying to gouge a hole through him.
An ordinary person—even a Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven martial artist—would have felt deeply uncomfortable and might even have left on the spot. But Ye Xiwen was different. He completely ignored the pressure behind those gazes; there was simply no way they could affect him.
He stood with his hands behind his back, carrying himself with extraordinary poise.
This made many people look at him in a new light. Since this man dared to come here, he evidently had some tricks up his sleeve. He was not simply a fool; he had confidence in his own strength. Setting everything else aside, that confidence and backbone alone surpassed those of many Dharma Idol Realm experts. Even many Half-step Celestial Realm martial artists did not have such nerve.
However, after watching him for a while, the crowd lost interest. Though Ye Xiwen was rather distinctive among these people, he was, in the end, merely a Dharma Idol Realm Eighth Heaven martial artist. He posed no threat to them at all. Perhaps he had merely come along to make up the numbers.
Moreover, he stood so far back. Even if some divine treasure were spewed forth, it would never be his turn to obtain it. If he wanted to pick up a bargain, he needed the strength to do so. With so many people ahead of him, any divine treasure would be snatched clean away by the others before it could reach him.
Instead, Ye Qianqian drew quite a bit of attention. Though she was only at the Half-step Celestial Realm Late Stage Peak, the aura around her gave people a