As Ren Feifan's hand gripped the Ancient Dust Sword, his entire demeanor froze, his body motionless, as his eyes closed.
He remained still because he was pondering; this place had many cultivators, being overly conspicuous was not good.
However, to the cultivators at those stalls, it seemed clear that Ren Feifan was showing fear.
"Come on, anyone want to place a bet? I'm betting this kid won't last more than three seconds!" a bald, brawny man laughed as he rubbed his shiny head.
"Three seconds is exaggerated, the kid should last five seconds," a handsome young man remarked.
The bald man snorted coldly. "What are you talking about? Haven't you seen the Daoist in action? How many people has he killed along the way? Don't you have any idea?"
"I think it's not that simple. Didn't you notice the Daoist's eyes flash with apprehension?"
"Apprehension, my foot. Would the Daoist's strength hide fear from a Transcendence Realm fellow?"
