The next morning.
Zhao Tianchen appeared outside Fang Hong's little courtyard as usual.
But this time, Fang Hong had already pushed open the door and walked out the moment Zhao Tianchen arrived.
"Hm?"
Seeing Fang Hong as he was now, Zhao Tianchen suddenly froze.
His gaze fixed straight on the dark red pupil line between Fang Hong's brows, shaped like a vertical pupil.
"Your brow..."
Zhao Tianchen studied Fang Hong with uncertainty and surprise.
Clearly, they had talked for quite a while just last night.
Yet after merely one night, he found that his precious disciple seemed to have undergone some changes again.
Not only had a strange dark red pupil line appeared between his brows.
Even his entire bearing seemed to have changed somewhat.
It was as though he had acquired an indescribable, enigmatic aura.
And more importantly.
Zhao Tianchen did not know whether it was merely an illusion, but he actually sensed a trace of danger from Fang Hong.
That discovery almost made Zhao Tianchen think he must not have rested well last night, causing something to go wrong with his senses today.
He was an existence of the Heaven Realm.
Yet he had sensed a trace of danger from Fang Hong, an Organ Refinement Realm martial artist.
That was simply too absurd.
Zhao Tianchen did not believe it at all, treating it as nothing more than a mistake in his perception.
Seeing Zhao Tianchen's astonished gaze, Fang Hong smiled calmly.
"I merely cultivated a special technique last night."
"Watch your disciple bring home first place in the grand competition today!"
Fang Hong said with a light laugh.
Hearing this, Zhao Tianchen raised a brow. "So confident?"
"Of course. I might have been somewhat uncertain before, but now, first place in the grand competition is already in the