When there was only one day left of the half-month.
"Creak!"
The doors of the Weapon King Pavilion were pushed open from within.
The light outside was rather harsh, making Ye Chenfeng involuntarily narrow his eyes.
With one day still left in the half-month, Ye Chenfeng had fully comprehended all the inheritances of the five supreme Artifact Refiners of the Chaos Era.
Step by step, he walked out of the Weapon King Pavilion, onto the vast plaza outside.
The gazes of the five old men's phantom figures—Zhong Tianxiang, Pang Deming, Jiang Huaning, Meng Gaoshi, and Tong Chengwen—followed Ye Chenfeng's footsteps.
Ye Chenfeng did not tidy his disheveled hair or filthy, rumpled clothes; his face was smeared with dust, making him look no different from a beggar, except that the aura on him was incomparably sharp, his eyes stabbing like blades.
