Suddenly, the Mirror Projection focused on Luo Shengsheng, the competing disciple from the Great Inscription Pavilion-or rather, it zoomed in on him, enlarging the image.
Luo Shengsheng's looks and bearing were now clearly displayed in the Mirror Projection, prompting women watching everywhere to whisper among themselves. When it came to lusting after beauty, women surpassed men.
Most of the female spectators were captivated by Luo Shengsheng's beauty. The men were more rational, most of them focusing on what his hands were doing.
Most of the flame aura around Luo Shengsheng's hands had already vanished-or rather, it was gradually drawing inward. Several colors intertwined, flowing in a different pattern as they slowly sank into the red-hot artifact-refining material.
"As expected of someone who absorbed ten divine fires."
"He's already taken the lead."
Murmured discussions began rising among the various sects watching.
Many on the Great Inscription Pavilion's side already wore pleased expressions or smiles.
Those who knew the craft understood what was happening, but most of the Bright Mountain Sect group were blind with their eyes wide open. Even when it was displayed plainly before them, they could make no sense of it.
At first, Shi Chun could still put on an air of refinement and composure. He liked putting on airs in crowded places.
But ignorance was ignorance. Remaining blind with his eyes wide open was unbearable, especially after hearing everyone's discussions and realizing he understood none of them. In the end, he could no longer keep up the act. He gave a dry cough, edged toward the Hundred Refinements Sect beside them, and called out, "Sect Master Yan."
In the past, he would never have dared address the head of a sect so casually.
Yan Qufeng turned toward him, unsure what he wanted. Seeing him standing at the boundary