In a flash, Wyatt Barnes became the absolute focal point in the tavern.
In the eyes of everyone present,
A warrior of the 'Original Pill Realm' who was not yet twenty years old, with such talent, seemed to be second only among the young generation to that leader of the Brocade Clothes Guards, 'Wyatt', in the Imperial City.
However,
The existence of an 'Eighth Grade Artifact Refiner' who was not yet twenty years old was extremely rare!
At least, in the long history of the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, such an unprecedented figure had never appeared before...
William Watson was stunned as well.
He never expected that the guy he casually annoyed would turn out to be such a 'freakish' existence.
He may be a prodigal son, but he was not a fool.
He knew that he had bitten off more than he could chew this time, and it was a really hard lump at that.
"Who I am is not important."